The journey has been long
For those who still remain
They wonder, weak yet strong
The nonagenarian train
Their friends have gone to rest
Their neighbors, kin, and peers
Yet they, though sorely pressed
Still walk through passing years
Each day becomes a trial
To rise, to groom, to eat
The tasks once done with style
Now seem a daunting feat
The mundane drags them low
To find their will anew
Yet onward still they go
Through struggles, old and true
They grasp at fleeting peace
In moments soft and rare
Where burdens seem to cease
And life feels light as air
The baritone’s refrain
Of rivers rowing by
Speaks to their wearied pain
Its echoes never die
Singing ol’ man river
Yes, he must know something
And yet they all wonder
Why is he still rowing
The nonagenarian sings
In weary tones of fight
Yet holds to fleeting strings
Of hope within the night
And so they too endure
The blessings and the strife
Until the Lord ensures
The end of this long life
01-01-2025
© Vic Evora