The worth of it

This day will be gone tomorrow, never to return.
life is, short, should remember that, and the sun moves lazily across the sky.
i should follow you, so you never set on me.
keep me warm, fill me with light.
reality of our ageing, am pondering on the sadness of it.
sadness of ageing,
can not seem to build each other.
love, the word, flows through my ill understanding of the worth of it.
my ageing seems to have made me want more, of life, than that has been given.
ageing, life is short.
before the sun sets, before my fire dies, before my lips turn cold.
i would leave nothing, only a memory, which to, soon will, fade.  Rae 27\4\2014