Not Quite There Poem by Preston Simmons

I look forward into the future,
Of what I will be like in seventy years.
I won't speak about what society will be like,
That's for you to discover.

It is an odd thought to have at seventeen
That I will die someday.
It will come,
I know it's true,
Because its fallen on those
Who were seventeen before.

I will remember how I used to walk,
With vigor and vitality.
In the future age, my frame will make me late.
I will walk slowly and with care,
But with the strength and wisdom of how to walk.
Time will
sink it's teeth
Into my weary bones,
And maybe into my mind.
While my flesh is in it's declining state,
My spirit will still be energized
And ready to join the parade.
I do accept that I will be sent on my way.
Another minute has left me
To sit and count
How many will be left.

It is in this parade of souls
That I will find safety,
It is there I will go to stay.
The day I descend, will be joined by the immediate hour of ascension.
As to this fulfillment,
I am not quite there.

~Poem Completed on 30 July,2013~