The curtain is closing
On future planning
The uncertainty of age
Is like a vulture
Waiting on a fence pole
I must deal
With life
In chapters
A book is too long
And I might not
Finish it
I look back
When time
Was a burden
When I thought
In years
Plotting goals
The calendar
Was my friend
Now I check
My watch
Realizing that
There are only
So many seconds left
Before my sun sets
