Every Day Has More Complexities Than I Can Write

EVERY DAY HAS MORE COMPLEXITIES THAN I CAN WRITE Every day now has more complexities than I can write Life is not simple When one knows and cares for many people Worries are with us always And new events Blessings and their opposite Come expected and unexpected Life is so too rich with demands And instead of a quiet old age I am constantly going to help somewhere else I do not know how much and how long I will endure It is difficult and not always with happy results So much sadness in an aging world But I try to go on and do what I can where I can Time is ticking relentlessly I like everyone else Lose myself and forget most of the time the truth But the clock will get me And all this activity and tumult Will be put to rest Perhaps sooner than I think I pray to God everyday for help I am in this writing Also praying now.