MORTALITY

I think of death, about my last breath,

                    About my many years, and the hotness of tears,

                    About of life’s sadness, and all of the gladness,

                    The things I have done, the glory I have won,

                    A marriage so happy, but depressions so crappy,

                    But mostly I am glad with the life I’ve had,

                    Especially my Maragold, wonderful to kiss, hold.

                    A daughter who loves me; made my world happy.

                    Now I see the end, Goodbye relative and friend.

                    Soon I will have a date with a furnace to cremate.

                    Ashes, the sum of my life, but superb daughter, grandkids, wife.

                    So lucky to live this long, but tough to be strong.

                    Just grew weak, old, no longer self-assured, nor bold.

                   A skeleton of what I was, what living to old age does.

                   Still, I am lucky to have loved-ones who will remember