My weary, tired eyes have now seen it all.

How time once flew, but now seems to crawl.

My past is becoming a hazy, distant blur.

If I look around now, I see less people there.

I remember the great days, all silver and gold.

When I never ran out of hands to hold.

I thought the future was a million miles away.

But time is an enemy, you cannot keep at bay.

I still have hands to hold, but now they are few.

People I once loved, are now those I just knew.

I have days when the hours just drag on and on.

I have bouts of loneliness, now you are gone.

And with the daily rise of each morning sun.

I’ll face another uphill battle to be lost or won.