I have heard growing older makes you bolder,
growing closer to the reaper everyday.
I spend no time looking over my shoulder
mourning my losses would lead to more decay.
This beast of burden, not what it used to be,
once was much stronger, could last a lot longer
richer in spirit and not quite as humble.
Days are longer when I long to be stronger.
I rumble as my body starts to crumble.
I don't feel like I'm at the end of my rope
with mind, heart and soul given love, faith and hope.