Is there a difference  between seventy  and two hundred?
Does a man accomplish  more  with a sick body and addled mind
Old like a tortoise or
methuselah  from biblical times
Does he seek destiny  in a cup of tea
Hoping for a spark
To see
And and and
Time moveth along
How long in the tooth or
Deep in the bone
To  the marrow ?
The crushing of the soul
How many stacked?

Bodies are  totalled ?
How many have passed..
Besides
My mother and father
Who will remember?
Who is there to recall
The endless tasks and
Hours
Like stacked bricks
In a wall
Time may not be the  villain
Procrastination
And things taken for granted
I will walk upon  the soil
When this earth is a dark dead planet