Old And Dying

Someday I will become old I will sit in a rocking chair I will stand before the mirror And feel sad for the white hair Someday I will feel a pain In my joints and in the heart I will stare at the dipping sun And realize soon I have to depart Someday I will feel like lost My mind will not be stable I will feel weak from feet up I won't care to clean the stubble Someday there will be an end To the poem I have inked so far When my breathing will be hard From the door death will stare Someday no one will be mine No one will be there to shed a tear A long hiccup to free the soul And purpose of life will be clear