Suddenly,
The hours seem shorter,
Daily tasks left undone.
Is it that I’m growing older
Or is it time against the sun?
Suddenly,
Friends are lost in silence,
Their voices no longer echo in my rooms,
Or had I closed the door upon them,
To wait in solitude for my doom?
Gradually,
The eyes grow dimmer,
Days are filled with soft twilight,
Could it be the tears that gather,
Help to soften failing sight?
Softly,
Voices crowd around me,
Whispering memories in my ear,
Or is it old age, mellow and ripe for dreaming,
Of youth and love and laughter,
Once again?.
The hours seem shorter,
Daily tasks left undone.
Is it that I’m growing older
Or is it time against the sun?
Suddenly,
Friends are lost in silence,
Their voices no longer echo in my rooms,
Or had I closed the door upon them,
To wait in solitude for my doom?
Gradually,
The eyes grow dimmer,
Days are filled with soft twilight,
Could it be the tears that gather,
Help to soften failing sight?
Softly,
Voices crowd around me,
Whispering memories in my ear,
Or is it old age, mellow and ripe for dreaming,
Of youth and love and laughter,
Once again?.
