In youth we burn the candle
At both ends and pretend
That waning candlelight can somehow fight
The oncoming night. Then in age
Our wracking cough
Says all lights
Will go off
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Thank you for the share, Michael. All the best. Kevin
Perfect, and sadly the truth. Thanks, Kevin! Enjoy a nice Friday! xx Michael
Thank you, Michael. Yes old Father Time catches up with us all in the end my friend.
You too, have a good day and a great weekend. Kevin
Oh, yeah; I remember that candle (I think).
I also remember thinking I wouldn’t make it to 30. I’m more than twice that now & though I don’t cough (much), all my creaking joints are reminding me how dim the candlelight has become.
Fine work. Thanks
Thank you, Ron. I’m pleased you like my poem.
At the age of 53 I am more aware of the Grim Reaper than I was in my younger years.
Best wishes. Kevin