Age and Death

What an opportunity to stretch the level of aging At this clock, knowledge sagacity flows within Words like poems cutting the feelings of Junior Seated, can see mountain Sometimes darkness associate, can see right wrong. At times it comes with regret, Ends of dreams and ambition It comes with calmness, Weakness like debone Comes with sadness, Some happy to have thrust such level Comes with loneliness, Shows where you stood at young Comes with pleasure and rest Care for grandchildren. Here the panic of death arrive Blinding, some lucky to see till the call At this stage, one don't rush, for the call Instead one push Pretending to be strong As time passes by Fear arouse, thinking it time As it kind respond It mocks other For all, it a must For the call to be welcome.