Olden Years

My darling age is creeping
Upon us now, as we lie sleeping

Together here in this rare air
We find ourselves without a care

As our fading years come to an end
Always looking around the bend

But there's nothing new to find out there
So we return to rocking in our favourite chair

Old friends are passing before our eyes
And we so regret their final demise

But on we soldier with our load to bear
Still functioning here in our living sphere


John Cornick
Halifax, Nova Scotia
April 23, 2016