As the grass grows

As the grass grows,

My body slows

And I can’t find the time to mow.

At ankle height,

I’ve lost the fight 

And I feel my head getting tight.

When it’s up to the knee,

I’m rooted as a tree

And I can watch but cannot flee.

As it reaches the waist

I should be in haste

For this is not the time to be chaste.

‘cause then it’s at the chest,

It’s time to confess

Why I long since left my best.

As it engulfs my shoulder,

I’m only getting older,

And I wish every day I had been bolder -

But it’s drowned my head.

And soon I’ll be dead.

Because of all the things I never said.

Beyond and I am gone

Wishing that I’d shone,

Raised my hand and spoken up, 

Opened my eyes, woken up.