Age has constantly stalked me,
And throughout my life it has nudged me,
Telling me of a clock that was ticking towards a terminal time.
I still recall those balmy summer days that had no ending.
I played as a child, with thoughts almost immortal
And a future that seemed feint, far away.
On the wings of freedom I hoped to soar,
By making a new world for where I would be free,
But all I accomplished was bondage
And a millstone mortgage tagged just for me.
Yet as each year passes my life-clock ticks louder.
The chimes marking a path that will lead to my grave.
Each endless childhood memory was blurred by the passage of time
And the pace ever quickened toward the grim reaper's beckoning