TIME

Time is of the essence and running short, there is  little doubt.
But, at old age, it will disappear and this is what this is all about.
The days are long and filled with much resting on the old couch,
but when it comes to writing poetry, surely I am no slouch.

My presence on this Earth has lost value and now few people care-
the friends and relatives who made it valuable-many are no longer there.
Yet, I am blessed that I can still think and most comfortably can breathe,
many left, and outside of my daughter and son-in law, there are so few of these.

Grateful I have to be that hours pass peacefully, without much upset,
there are lectures to attend, cards to play-the nights I do not dread.
Thus the years pile up and I am so very content to still enjoy my life,
though often now there are moments spent with thinking of my dear wife.

Thus there is no complaint if time has lost essence and very much worth,
to be able to look back without regret on the wonders of my birth.
Yes, the sun is still shining and I am able to enjoy the coming day,
it's friendly rays light up good thoughts and chase bad ones away !

September 2012