Where am I going?
Have I gone too far?
Have I lost my mind?
Have I seen too much?
Have I lost my touch?

Losing direction
From growing infections
Poisoned desires
Of reaping life so young
What will I be like
When my head is bare
And my legs are weak
Will I be strong
Or barely kept alive
When I’m eighty – five
Reaching dimensions
That shatter conventions
Leads me to fear
That I am growing old too soon
With every step
With every breath
It’s further from youth
And closer to death
And the things that I have realized
Now beckon me to shut my eyes
With such little time
With this venturous mind
What am I saying?
I don’t know myself
From experience
I shall never change
Nor cease to sail the sky
Until the day I die
I’ll come to conclusion
Without fear or illusion
I will live how I feel
‘Cause no matter how fast
Or slow
Youth will someday go

I like this Canuck. Recriminations can be depressing, or we can accept who we are, enjoy what we like, and know that death will claim us sooner or later, so we should live while we can..

Living is the key.

Living is the only way to travel in this life ... stay strong ... stay positive and always stay smilin' ... Thanks so much