Age seems to drag us out
To the point of humiliation
As we are degraded to infancy.
Our bodies deteriorate,
Our minds drift back to a
Time with no worries.
They claim death is suppose
To be a beautiful thing,
But how can it be
When you suffer so much?
The pain, the agony,
The affliction, the grief.
The book of life ends
With a tragic ending.
Slumber finally hits us.
Copyright © 1997 – 2012 Karen Elizabeth Waters
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