I’m blank and I just can’t
though I wish I could,
even when I try I can’t
think;
sometimes it just
happens
in a matter of a
blink.
I know what I want to
say
it’s at the tip of my
tongue;
I can taste it though
it’s faint,
they say it’s because
I’m older now
but I did this even when
I was young.
Oh how I wish I could
and I just might;
I need to get up
and I know I should
but it’s such a
fight.
As the electronic
rooster crows
it tells me what I
already know;
it’s getting harder
to tell
this reason for my
struggle;
I’m too tired or either
I can’t hear very well.
I need to, but I
don’t have the strength;
extracurricular is
harder than you think.
My arch enemy makes
it harder each day
if I only could do
what I say;
I changed my habits,
but it’s not quite enough.
Take my vitamins and
supplements
but this losing
weight is tough;
no matter what my
regiment
time is an inevitable
fate;
it’s catching up and
will soon overtake.
I’m reminded time and
time again
with each morning
that I arise;
every glance of my
reflection
the lines become more
defined.
Realizing I’m further
away from perfection
and farther away from
the prize;
how in youth we were
eagerly inclined
looking forward to
another year in time
but as time passes
and we get closer to our end;
we realize that time
is no longer our friend.
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