Eventually, it has to happen
so saying the years have fled
not one or two as one would expect
it is a full twenty years.

Nothing much has happened either
being the routine that of a day in and day out
the eating and sleeping that overwhelms
accompanied by gossips insensible.

Saying so, I look at myself in the mirror.
A lot has happened to me all these years
Grey hair is predominant with tired eyes
along with a slow walk rounder in the middle.

The spirit to achieve is there no more.
A relaxation has set in. I sit and stare.
It is an easy way out. The days roll
I would be around for a few more years.