Age Does Creep Up On Us

Poem By Francis Duggan

The longest lived human life is a short spell in time
Age does creep up on us each year past our prime
Though some try their best for to hide time's decay
By hiding their wrinkles and cloaking their gray
It is true about pride it comes before a fall
The Reaper of Nature claims the lives of all
Her life forms and that includes you and i
Like all other life forms we are born to die
For success us humans with each other compete
We celebrate the billionaire the president and the great athlete
But age humbles all time does not wait for anyone
The monarch must die as must his daughter and son
The past lives in our memories though the past it has gone
And the clock on our lives ever keeps ticking on.

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