If This Is Life (Poetry)

If this is life
I think I’ll pass
send sickly poems
out to grass

There was a time
to muse ahead
but verse has wearied
sleeps instead

Exactly when
this slide downhill
began is what
I’m wondering still

Recall is fickle
dims the past
I list my loves
that failed to last

The long ago
drifts out of reach
today I walk
an empty beach

I’ve no warm coat
the truth blows cold
and there’s no choice
but growing old