It's the downhill
of time-- mine-
I pause and I ponder
while daylight still has a little shine

too soon the last rays
of evening will set in
dusk's shadows will spread
their wings and my hopes will wear thin

each individual life
where lies its worth?
I count the years
the past I unearth

and this I say to myself:
I'm old and worn but still alive
nothing shall come in between
while I struggle and strive

to find the meaning of it all
during the last days of my life
to set the wrong to right
my avowed ideals to revive

and not to allow despair
to sink deep into my heart
rather chart a new path
like youth making a fresh and bold start

I'll not fail and my spirit
from the ruins of the past
shall resurrect and wholesome
I'll become.  Now, I'll say  it's not the last

but the glorious crossover
to the Brave New World where
the downhill of time shall be reversed
this in absolute faith I dare declare.