As I grow older there is some things I noticed
My disdain and dislike for colder climates
Or like my reluctance to claim I wrote this
And claim my place as one of the elder primates
Thus fear creeps up on me as I get old
It not like I lost all my courage
I am just not so willing to be bold
With screaming,and swinging without much encouragement
I started to cross paths with that damn thing called death
For family and friends it has taken so
The pain , each strain, every struggled breath
Makes me worry about the my time to go
It not like I can go and hide
For when it time it will claim
It more about that last long ride
And how long will I lie lame
I wonder while my time is running
Was I worth my salt or not
Or was I no more that bumming
With a soul as desirable as an empty parking lot
I tried , or thought I did to achieve
A lifetime I work hard like a busy bee
With some dreams and efforts I did believe
And yet it seems some did so more than me
Some swear that older life is better
Maybe for them,but I so dislike
For my creative juices were much wetter
And adventures were not a drawn out hike
In some ways love is purer
The hormones seem to be lulled
It not about how much a doer
And realization of the long haul
I don’t like getting old, I fear it so
I am not ready for anything just yet
To many opportunities I did let go
To many times I shouldn’t have bet
It not after I die that I do fear
For God my soul I have commit
It the loss of them so dear
And the love’s fire they have lit
For the fear of alone scares me not
But a life with those I love will cease
In any form , in spirit , or bodily lot
To united together as we decease
I truly believe in God , I truly do
To many witnessed I have seen
What you believe is up to you
You are given that choice to deem
Park 2012
Awesome my friend !