Aaaah, the twilight of my life
The winter of my existence
The good years left, just a few
The numbers are dwindling
Faster than a runaway train
This life -
A candle aflame but flickering
Swaying in the twilight breeze
Hold back the clock,
Freeze time; oh, if only
Ten thousand more tomorrows
Please!
Wistful, futile
Sadly, my sunsets are numbered
And for good measure
There’s one less sunrise for sure
Nonetheless I’ll cherish what’s left
For my senses shall be keener;
The sunsets shall grow
More colorful, more majestic
With each passing day
But as the days vanish
My bucket list grows longer
For as one is checked off
Two more are added on, so it seems
Thus, in the end
My list shall be a mile long,
Before I kick the bucket...
And I’m content with that!
© Vic Evora 07-11-2020