Is old age folly or wisdom?
that I cannot tell
only wish everyone would say:
' my life has been lived fully and well'

Youth did bask in fields lush and green 
alien it was to life's very tears
middle-age was a rude awakening
it first knew the meaning of doubt and fears.

Stage three was met at 60 and 70
time for reminiscences and recollection
sighs of regret and remorse did abound
much that went before was angst and vexation.

Winter has felled the last leaves from the dying tree
the hours speed on and cast a sombre spell
into the deepest end of midnight lonely I tread
content and ready to bid my final farewell.