It’s gradual,
In a way,
A kindness,
Yet,
A sneak,
A vandal,
A robber,
Deceitful,
Invisible.
Patiently
It leaves its touch on the innocent
From the moment of birth,
Faint marks,
Scars,
Aches,
Pains,
Creating illusion.
It outlasts,
Outruns,
Its work is endless,
It is relentless in its pursuit,
Tireless in its resolve.
I am philosophical,
A realist,
As I answer those who ask
What I feel,
What I think,
Yet in the coal black night,
I tremble at its name,
He waits,
Patient,
Silent,
While I beg,
Hope,
Dream,
And yearn for
Just one more day.
Like ivy clinging to an old house,
It hangs on,
None escape,
It is the inevitable outcome.
Victory!
some tight hits, Paulette. May i suggest:
one more day.
Like ivy to an old house,
It hangs on.
None escape
the inevitable outcome.