This poem is about an old man that is describing the regrets he did during his life and that he was scared about death. He is talking about how regrets his life for he has only done wrongs.
Fleeing Days
In youth's bright dawn, I danced with reckless stride,
Unheeding wisdom's call, my path askew,
In folly's grasp, with arrogance as guide,
I stumbled, blind to truths that now I rue.
Oh, fleeting days, how swiftly did they pass,
Like grains of sand through fingers worn and old,
Regrets like shadows cast across the glass,
A life misspent, its tale now starkly told.
For every wrong, a thousand whispers sigh,
Of roads untaken, moments left behind,
In fading light, I ponder with a sigh,
The echoes of my choices, unrefined.
Yet as the dusk descends upon my way,
I see that life and death hold hands in sway.
With trembling heart, I face the nearing night,
The specter of mortality draws near,
No armor shields me from its chilling sight,
No refuge found in echoes of my fear.
But in this quiet eve, a truth takes hold,
That time's relentless tide will not be stayed,
Acceptance dawns, its tendrils calm and bold,
As shadows lengthen and the light does fade.
For life's brief journey yields its final breath,
A symphony of joy and woe complete,
In learning and in loss, I've met my death,
With grace and a humble heart, I take my seat.
And so I greet the twilight's gentle hush,
Embracing fate with courage in the brush.
I wrote this poem because this is what I fear becoming. I am scared of death but at the same time have no choice but to embrace it. In my 14 years of living, I feel like i've done many wrongs and that when I grow old, I'll see and remember everything I did wrong. I don't want to grow old, but I know I have to. This poem is also inspired by the