The Hourglass

The hourglass runs low.

I wait and watch,

But it doesn't slow.

It gets faster every year.

I wait and watch,

It allays not my fears.

Death is the Door to Life.

I sit and read,

To ease my growing strife.

One tome floods my mind.

I sit and read,

For answers I need to find.

The next life doth call.

I look and listen,

Is it my time to fall?

What, for me, is here?

I look and listen -

Enough for my final years.

As my energy doth rise,

I wait and watch,

See it all in my eyes,

The anguishes of old age.

I wait and watch

As I walk to my final page.