hands and body once were strong,
anxiousness in legs quite long enough to climb
the mountains that arose.
frozen now
in circumstances
leaving little chance for such adventures,
i suppose.

now gardens languish in neglect,
ocean walks are mere reflections held in mind
of how things used to be.
freedom once
my daily bread
to do such things has fully fled, becoming
memory.

sad destiny, i thought at first
'twould better be should death rehearse his well known crime
and wield that mighty sword.
reward enough
for life lived well,
for tasting heaven's bliss and hell, and such
as love affords.

but death delays, content to wait
circumventing such a fate. my soul confined
like wind within a jar.
tho starry heavens
beckon still
i reckon that they always will, as faithful
as they are.

what then? i guess til life sees fit
to grant release, i'll deal with it and spend my time
in quiet reverie.
forever being
young and hale is
never promised souls that sail life's ocean
don't you see...