Getting old is like a dying animal

Getting old is like a dying animal

Getting old is like a dying animal waiting for its time to turn to ashes and back to the earth it came from

Whether extinct, endangered or a plentiful species, the world stands not still for death as it revolves from day to night and night to day

Even the mightiest eagle will one day fall from the sky one day as its wings tire and its soul weakens

The young will see them all but none can catch them as they fall as they sit high upon the trees and sing them dying songs

Even the young realize that whatever is born will eventually die and whatever passes will also die

Walking along with the sky on fire, the grizzly bear looks up high and feel the wind of death upon him

No more salmon, no more fish or flesh crowded streams will come as their summer ends and their strength gives in to nature’s call to lay down on the grass and rest his head forever.

Caught in a most spiritual moment, the bear knows the ends of his magnificence or beauty

His claws, his powerful limbs will no longer roam the windy snow covered grass and hunt for food

Like a dying animal he knows his time is ending and whatever is born must die

I have experienced several dying generations of man and animals of all kinds

I have seen the light and heard the music that God’s gift has scattered amongst us

I am old and I am dying and I have no will to live beyond my calling or desires as I await God’s call

For my eyes have seen the glory of heaven and await the warm amber flames of God’s own fire

As I submit my heart and soul for my time is near hoping not to fall into the artifice of heaven but rather a chance for eternity with angels around me

An aged man but not a feeble man I remember my wants and my desires

I have worn a tattered coat as well as having worn a crown of a king in my days

I know whatever is begotten and born must die but having no regrets I am caught in a moment of desire, I know my hands are wrinkled, my ears still hear music and together they clap harder in rhythm  

There is no country for old men as heaven is just a step away unless I failed in moral dress

As I prepare myself for the eventual mortality that each and every man faces when they are young