contrived

alone

as i age another year

the basic facts are what i fear

there is no golden age at all

just faded memories on the wall

your family grows, lives of their own

jobs, family and their own home

and they all have good intentions, i'm sure

and their thoughts and feelings are pure

but life just seems to get in the way

and time passes quickly, day by day

so frequent visits, become visits few

and most of you time, is spent with you

its not their fault, just the way it is

and daily living becomes a quiz

as the struggle more, is simply this

remembering, its hit and miss

and though i miss my wife and family

i can handle most of my time alone

but promise me, when my time comes

please don;t let me die alone