Growing Old in This Life

There are almost four decades in these old bones,

Growing old is what’s happening to me,

Sitting at the edge of the lake skipping stones,

Thinking about where my life is taking me.

 

Growing old day after day,

Inching closer and closer to my impending Death,

After the long run, I am here to stay,

I will keep going on till there is nothing left.

 

I am growing old in this life,

Living day after day,

I have one foot on this stony ground

And the other foot in my grave.