RMC

When the wrinkles find

my skin and age my mind

what will come of me

as I unwind daft of time?

Will love hold the same

meaning as it once did?

Will I remember youthful

bliss as I did as a kid?

I remember traumatic

and emphathic heads

stare at me what will they

do when I am dead?

Can I go on knowing

a future clouded uncertain?

Do I have one last dance

before they draw the curtain?

I’ll remember the smiles,

I’ll remember the miles

I’ve walked in anguish while

loved ones turn in denial.

Who am I do not know

even now as I grow old.

What my state is is frail

as my story it unfolds.

Questions surround me,

adventure is at hand.

Uncertain about the clouds

above my head sun I demand.

To shine down I hope

the rays of the yellow sphere

that in the east appears

leaving me in thought to rear.