The older I get,

The faster the week goes.

Days merge into each other.

They whizz by in whirlpool style,

Sucking me from one day to the next,

With dizzying speed.

In my days of ages past,

Things moved slowly.

My career beginnings moved ponderously

Magnified by isolation.

But the years have rolled,

Now I look back on a time that has gone

From morning, to noon to late in the day.

I know not how long,

Will be the period of my requiem,

My reflection.

I reflect on challenges

And opportunities that came my way.

Hopefully

I will be remembered

For good.

So the whirlpool

Of my latter years

Spins ever faster.

From dust I came

And to dust

I will return.

What endures

Will be the memories

Of my life,

Left for others.

May they be blessed remembrances.