Sliding under the doorway, covering the floor;
Icy tendrils reaching out, searching, curling about.
Old Winter doing its best to see that I will be no more,
But I won't go complaining, I will go out with a shout....
Daily battles raging inside my ever failing mind;
Lightning streaks fire through my head, stunning me.
Storm clouds gather insisting I leave this world behind,
As the end of everything comes gunning for me....
I never left a permanent mark, never blazed a trail;
Never entered the hallways belonging to the king.
Only once or twice did I take all demons by the tail.
Only once or twice did I faintly hear the angels sing....
There are no more warm days in the blazing of the sun.
Most of the time I find myself shivering in the cold.
I do not consider the battle having been lost or won,
Since I was forced by God and Nature to grow old....
You see all I will ever be as the cold is seeping in.
I don't mind if I'm a failure because at least I tried.
It's a strange lonely feeling, this old age creeping in.
Accomplishments good enough? I was never satisfied...
