With age comes death,
I’m not on about the obvious;
it’s the death of those around me.
My sight starts failing me as time moves on.
As time moves on
the light from the funeral pyre rarely goes out.
The sadness frequent, nerves become steel,
the anticipation a mystery,
unanswered questions a bore.
My time is my time.
“Only the good die young”.
James G Brennan 2021
Thank you Lee Ameka for giving my words a platform. 🙏
Thank you all for reading and your precious time. Always. J. 🙏✨