I’m in the winter of my life.
It is the strangest thing.
Outside I see the seasons passed.
Inside it seems like spring.
I look behind; there’s nothing there.
Ahead is much the same.
To find the purpose in between
Now seems to be a game.
When I was young I did not think
Things would turn out this way.
Of age I did not think at all;
Forever young I’d stay.
Now balanced on the edge like this
Is not for faint of heart.
The end is near so I know that
Today I could depart.
I have a choice; I carry on.
It is a common fight.
I only hope that God is there
To take me from the ‘night’.