Falling Off the Aged Edge of Life

Disillusionment and despair,
resignation and dull routine,
brittle bones in aged disrepair
culminate in a mental scream.

Where is now the hopeful waking
for the day’s expected delight?
Where is the desire for making
effort in this plodding plight?

Tedium and trepidation;
a mélange in equal measure.
Overfilled and deprivation –
memories store a painful treasure.

There comes a day when tomorrow
is but a promise of more strife.
Waiting is the supreme sorrow,
falling off the aged edge of life.



“Sometimes in our lives we all have pain, we all have sorrow, but if we are wise we know that there is always tomorrow.  Lean on me…… “ Bill Withers

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