A Mortal Moment

 

My eyes still see clearly now

despite my advanced years

Beauty I see and gaze upon

but no longer touch or embrace

Desire has taken its course

its energy has slowly abated

My joys and interests remain

which I savour and partake of

The past has a haunting quality

at which I glance or wince

Drops of embarrassment fall

on salacious appetites of yesteryear

I am increasingly content

far less anxious than before

I have become a pragmatic soul

with clarity of thought and reason

All is transitory as I am transitory

when called I shall be here no more

Simply a fading memory

which weaves a thread in life's tapestry

Place no great value on being here

time spent will soon become dust

as to dust we shall all return