COMES THE DAY

 Comes The Day

It begins at the beginning, 

a clock ticking quietly measuring time, until 

with our purpose served it begins to tick loudly 

letting us know, that time, once our friend,  

now not so friendly.

Ageing, 

never seemingly a threat, 

perhaps to others, but

never to us when feeling our best.

Comes the day when we finally accept,

that we’ve aged like others, and are

no longer a threat to those who would race 

to find a place at the head of the line, 

leaving us breathless, and so far behind.

We never prepared, thinking that 

we would be spared the aches, 

and the pains, 

and failing minds.

Faced with reality,

dreams left behind, we

live with denial, and hope for the best,

life left enjoyable, and not set adrift.

But, try as we may there comes the day,

when we have little choice but to finally accept, that 

life as we knew it is steadily leaving, 

and soon we are adrift,relying upon others 

to point us the way to what we’ve been dreading, 

since time started ticking.