deep poems about life

Towards the end of life
you count the cost
of all you’ve gained
and all you’ve lost.

Like your spouse and loved ones,
who’ve passed away,
and those cherished possessions,
that dissolved in space!

Not to forget elderly gains,
of arthritic joints and progressing pain,
with bouts of dysfunction, and crippling disease,
and uncomfortable accompanying indignities!

You yearn for sweetness, but suck on dregs;
as memory stutters, and the body decays…,

for the important things have faded away,
leaving tedious, boring, purposeless days;
and the only question that still remains,
is what, if anything, lies beyond the grave!