Poem #5

Lost Somehow

The sun just set before my eyes,
a sight I've always assumed I despise.
The end of a day, growing older in it,
One closer to my end, I consider this shit.

Will it rise for me instead?
a light so nice to fill my head.
The start of a day, I made it to today,
what happens in sun as my hair turns to gray.

As my skin faulters and wrinkles appear,
I must admit it's death I fear.
I haven't done all I want,
So in withering motions my body does taunt,
Of a lesser age when I was without,
knowledge and wisdom and burdens about.

Will I grow old and will I grow fat?
Will my hair dissappear, head under a hat?
My smile to frown and my heart slow it's pace,
I'm beginning to see the age in my face.

I'm not the immortal I thought I once could be,
Thought that my life was unstoppable, live forever as me.
Move from friends to friends, lover to so,
but, what would be the point I know?

I think our truth comes in the now,
Knowing it could be lost somehow,
So treasure today what you have in the sun,
For come the tommorrow it could be undone.