Life's weary road I've wandered ever long,
through victories, triumphs and much defeat.
The friends who traveled with me now are gone,
another time with them would be a treat.
The best of life seemed always up ahead,
as I pressed onward in my hurried haste;
With things or words I should have done or said.
reckless was I, with never time to waste.
Who now will grasp my withered, shaking hand,
who now will hear regrets and battles won
and show their love, show that they understand
the fate of one, whose race is nearly run.
I oft was not the captain of my fate-
Life's final bow now beckons, as I wait.
Our mortality is ever present, as we age.