I wish I could run
Around the field as I once did
But now, my feet will not obey my will
I have to walk.
So many books to read
But life is just a few hours  to be;
How many can I read?
I no longer read chapters
I read paragraphs
Close the book
And rest my tired eyes.
The day will be
When no friends will call to ask
How are you doing?
Did you see the sun?
Did you hear the birds?
No!
None will call
I will be sitting by myself
Waiting
Waiting
For the inevitable
Happy that I lived!