The Tipping Point
Sooner or later,
Things what they are,
No matter how healthy
you are;
How crisp
your mind;
How confident
you be,
The tipping point arrives,
A place of apprehension,
Of uncertainty,
Of no going back.
Sooner or later,
Things what they are,
Sight declines to dim,
Sounds muddy to faint,
Balance wobbles to uncertain,
A place of apprehension,
Of uncertainty,
Of no going back.
Sooner or later,
Things what they are,
Memories melt away,
Vocabulary dwindles,
Friendships lose touch,
A place of apprehension,
Of uncertainty,
Of no going back.
Sooner or later,
Things what they are.
Muscles disappear,
Weight dissolves,
Doctoring too frequent,
A place of apprehension,
Of uncertainty,
Of no going back.
Sooner or later,
Things what they are,
No matter how healthy
you are;
How crisp
your mind;
How confident
you be,
The tipping point arrives.
. . . j
from the Senses and More Such collection
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