Standing watch in vigilance
Wounded and in pain
Plagued by age's minions
Awaiting my relief
That never comes
So many I have seen
They come and go
I remain, why so
What mission is left?
What task yet undone?
Limping, deficit, disabled
In body and in mind
Focusing, this sentry
Remains at his post
No relief in sight
Humanity, my keep
A lifetime I should say
In darkness and in light
Still to show their way
So very tired, so tired
Perhaps there is another
Who is learning from birth
Too far away to see now
Another of this earth
Who will take on the cause