The Day is Long

The sun is strong, the day is long

And as I sit here, thinking,

I wonder why, as time goes by,

My world just keeps on shrinking.

 

For as we age, at every stage,

We lose what keeps us going

Because our brain just can’t retain

New things we might be knowing.

 

Our skills may fade and friends we’ve made

May disappear completely,

Though some pretend we can transcend

And hide their fears discreetly.

 

Yet still we live and must forgive

Ourselves for what we’re lacking

And face each day in such a way

To send the doldrums packing.