I'm Seventy Nine

Brighter days are waning
As age seventy nine is running
Outwardly I may seem OK
 Inwards I feel just decay
Normal for one who ages
I don't know what it presages
My knee with wear and tear
Unable my weight to bear
My heart at times goes  blop
But it says, I will not stop
Though, it says not
But one day it will rot
My good lady has her frailties
With pains and difficulties
She has her own sorrows
  Which into her heart burrow
Yet she carries on her chores
Though she says it bores
What am I looking for
 Just moping at the wall
 Sometimes life is just a blight
For my peculiar plight
 Money is no worry
 I have enough to bury
The end holds me no terror
The process of it is horror
God they say is the maker
All giver and taker
He is of great renown
But to none his address is known
Live with belief or no belief
But there's no permanent relief
In birth no choice
In life no choice
 In death no choice
A choiceless , hapless, creation
Heading to an unknown destination

~ K Raman ~

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