Countdown of Days

 

Each day counts now,

no longer up to something new,

but down the count as my days

grow old and few.

I no longer pray to keep the

even keel I was on yesterday.

The countdown is on. I can

no longer turn the hourglass

around and start my hours

over again.

Be positive. Some will

claim, there are years yet

ahead of me. I know

what I know positively.

As the matter goes, that’s

what I have to say.

The countdown is on.

No day is ever the same.

I face the darkness of

dead reckoning ahead.

Time is the tide slipping

away.

Deep Waters of Eternity,

take me with you gently

into the night, I pray.

          -30-

Chris Hanch 12-30-2020