Time bends on...
Stretching my bones.
I feel the passing of my age,
As it goes by.
I feel an age beyond my years...
Apart from the youth of next years.
There is a great deal left,
Of the time in which to live.
The body is sore from endless trotting.
As the gray vision comes on,
The spirit is broken,
Depression sinks in.
A melancholy tear falls to the earth.
Singular hopefulness remains at the remembrance...
Of the YET TO BE.