Long Rest

Time quietly danced
slowly
easily
my weary bones danced too

I’m prepared for my long rest
everything
has been done
no stone was left unturned
and now,
I’m tired

Age was my wicked addiction
I tried not to indulge
but it kept tempting
teasing me
until I was old enough
then wise enough
then old enough to know better
and now,
now I’m just tired

Oh my weary bones
don’t feel like dancing anymore
but time,
time it just keeps on moving
and moving
teasing and tempting
waiting for someone else to grow tired

I’ll sit down
with laughter and serenity
and wait,
don’t feel like dancing anymore
but it’s all right
I’m ready

never stop dancing!! sad write, but really nice.

What you wrote is how the 'oldies' I take care off feel...Awesome..

awesome