Waking to the distress

That another year has gone by.

Wondering as I oft do,

Will this be the last, if so good bye.

The oldest now of my clan

And the last there will ever be.

No more heirs to carry the name,

Now left to posterity.

So my words must linger on

And be kept in the stable

Of those who live on

After I'm placed next to my beloved.

One day when this world

Has run its course.

We will all be alive again,

No more aches or pains to curse.