Poetry: Growing Old Gracefully

As i sit on this deserted shore
thinking of the one i adore
i dream of days long gone and past
when my life was such a blast
when i could be who i wanted to be
i wish that time again i could see
but as i age while growing old
i'm not as fit and not so bold
there was a time when i was strong
i was right all others were wrong
i may be weak now but that's ok
i'm also wiser learning every day
so bring it on this life of mine
i am prepared for when it's my time
i have no fear of whats to come
my life's been good i've had my fun

this was random and i like random
i hope y'all like random as well