With age I’ve grown tired,
weary but not insane.
My bones are rather achy,
but my heart is too humane.
At night my vision is blurry,
with pills I kill my pain.

My hearing aid does help,
for sound to reach my brain.
But offensive words do fall,
in ear just like the rain.
It’s true I am short on temper,
but calm I do remain.

In need of care and kindness,
My soul I must retain.
My life has reached it’s twilight,
just like a passing train.
My deeds surpass my age,
There is no more to gain.

Life is just a journey,
And days on this terrain.
No one should fear death,
a pass to the next domain.
To all I bid farewell,
for soon we’ll meet again.