The old man

Long ago I lost my pride
to the mountains I retreat to hide
Shame and lost hope
my heart torn and shreaded like rope
A simple thought prokes a tear
Falling down into my greying beared
The hands once so strong
struggle now to write this song

I am the old man
I struggle now to do what I can
So many sun rises ive seen in my days
Now my final sunset I watch, its final rays
Nothing I know, can stop what must be
Ill be at peace atlast for eternity

I am the old man
Remember, do more then you can

This is a simple poem, I hope the message is clear to do and not regreat any thing in the end.

Live, Love, Laugh...

While we can!

Good write!

Stop and smell the roses while you can