Each day that I am alive
I continue to realize
that I am witness to my own demise
and am not pleased with what I visualize.

Each day that I age
I seem to falter with the turn of a page.
As we speak I am less able
to do what yesterday I was quite capable.

Each day has been a venture
in a long up and down trek through life.
Having done most of what I had hoped to do
there is little else I look forward to.

Each day has been filled with
doing many things, going many places,
meeting many wonderful loving people.
None of which I can take with me.

Each day my fear is the end
may very well soon be near
and time to lay me down to rest...
ad infinitum