Just behind me, lurking, waiting, I can feel the darkness
The oblivion that almost trapped me before
Yet, I remain a step or two ahead, but barely
Still moving along, striving, yearning for more
I can sense something, just out of my reach
That love and comfort that will complete me forever
I haven’t quit yet, and I really don’t want to
But of course, I’m still learning to never say “Never”
Don’t write me off just yet: I know there’s still hope
I’m still holding on to the knot at the end of the rope
Yes, from time to time, I might need a little help
But I’m learning a little about helping myself (again)
I think it’s tough that life’s so rough
Still, I go on, and keep holding up my chin
Herrick’s words are sounding less hollow
And easier and easier to swallow:
“Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying,
And this same flower that smiles to-day,
To-morrow will be dying.”