An Old Man ©

by Harry C. Craft III

I am old now,
and my bones do creak
my hair has turned gray,
and my eyes have become weak

but I have lived,
and I have paid the price
I have learned
not to do things once, but twice

I have done many things,
and would like to do many more
but I realize that we are all just human beings,
now the time has come, for me, to open that door

but life itself is experience,
and as the days went by
those unanswered questions were telling me
that we all must live, and die

so now as I step into the gates
of either heaven or hell,
I can only be thankful
that I never spent my life in jail…