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
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