The month of July used to be the glorious one
As a child, it was in the heart of summer break
My mother and brother had birthdays during it
We'd often go to a cabin for one or two weeks
There was a feeling of an ever glowing youth
That changed as I grew up, it was not the same
I am old now, vulnerable, weak, hot and tired
My memories of my family, fade, as have they
My life can be seen now only in photographs
The feeling of being free, timeless, and happy
All being lost to a thief, a stealer of life, time
When I finally visit Elysium, it will never fade
And I will no longer age, nor feel life's pain
But I have work left to do, before I renew
I am not the one who determines when
So I labor, and I pray with hope
And anticipation
