This face, looking old and wrinkled,
was once shining, glowing and beautiful.
This skin, looking rough and crinkled,
was once fine, smooth, healthy and appealing.

These eyes, sunken with poor vision,
were once pretty, charming.and ebullient.
These hands, shaky, lost precision
were once fresh, smooth with well-manicured nails.

The mouth now with no single tooth
was once full of laughter, bright in its glow.
A life once lived with grace and couth
now whispers stories through the quiet night.

Though time never tarries for anyone,
I cannot outpace the shade I cast below.
even as I press forth on the long run.
Success, in its season, will surely show.

The battles of my past, so cleanly won,
outweigh the wasted time that life bestows.
Yet, I regret not a single deed I've done,
for what's ahead, only the Maker knows.

The mirror of my past remains intact;
a glance still shows a future shining bright.
Past experience and lessons compact,
to lift me to my greatest soaring height.

There's still some time to reconcile lost time,
if I but strive a little longer more.
No height will prove too daunting now to climb.
With steadfast success waiting at my door.

The space between stars is not empty,
So chance that you can be great is plenty,
That's by finding emptiness a space
And making yourself shine in that place.

Insomuch, your head isn't in the cloud,
Strive hard to stand out in any crowd,
Though, stars glow less bright for a stranger,
But sunshine sweat can be the changer.

You have to find that space to twinkle,
You just have to shine out of a crinkle.
That's the surest way to break the jinx,
And to welcome success when it winks.

Though, the space is full of obstacles,
And chance of success in particles.
You must create that emptiness to fill,
So finding the space must be your skill.

Face all your setbacks and face them well,
Just mind not what they say let them yell,
Leave them to their shouts,
Leave them with their doubts,
For all you care they can go to hell.

Just fresh out of one of our drinking bars,
I looked up to the sky and saw some stars,
Drunkenness whispered to me t'was midday,
Why will stars be on the sky that's that grey?

So I asked my friend who was as well drunk,
"Ol' boy! What's that in the sky, you drunk crunk?
He muttered what beer brewed into his head
"You fool! I'm not sure what it is." He said.

A guy, even more drunk than us, was near,
He told us as he was advised by beer,
"Oh! That's the early morning sun." He claimed.
We agreed! Why more than one sun was queer.

We then went to our separate houses,
Night being morn', a tale to our spouses,
Only that beer made our sleeps lasted hours,
Woken up to empty pockets' grouses.

Darkness emerged from a creepy black shadow,
Bringing along silence with its spooky loads,
If not for the scary croaks of flirting toads,
The loud silence would have begged to have a foe.

As the night sky unfolded its sombre frowns,
Towering trees loomed, casting an eerie light.
The silhouettes of their branches, a haunting sight,
In that gloom, even nothing wore ghostly crowns.