I did something like this a year ago:
http://gothic.net/boards/showthread....212#post376212
Cool clouds of purgatory
damp mist and sky
a profound mystery
From whence come I?
From nothing
comes Icarus,
all alive!
And quickly
towards nothing
then to die.
Past unseen
and Future threatened
My skin unfurls
as Flight is shortened.
Frozen vision
in cold stone eyes
reveals no Heaven
The wings
were lies.
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and this
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http://gothic.net/boards/showthread....043#post297043
Immortality
Now rich and wise
with gold robes to wear
knowing: all dies
Old brings thought to bear
Old tests and tries
Hold Death! Wear and tear.
And so Old's reach
for the Fountain of Youth
trying Cream or Leech
when in fact the Truth
is New Life resides
when bringing about
young suckling, Mother's side
and child's laughing shout.
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and this:
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http://gothic.net/boards/showthread....408#post256408
Familiar shadow
you come and go
but never far
this I know.
Life is free
but only briefly
and sweet life's fee
is paid bitterly.
Perhaps true freedom
and maybe more
is when Death comes
and opens my door.
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and lastly:
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http://gothic.net/boards/showthread....550#post254550
Old theme, old words
The new leaves turn
fresh face to the sun
too new to burn;
the Spring is fun.
Hot Summer's breath
and it's stormy splash
stalls and hides old death
but not time's flash.
Below it all,
past leaves of Fall.
Their green long gone
while The Tree stays strong.
Yellows and Reds
make them proud and mature
their days have bled
as is Time's nature.
Forgotten green,
forgotten birth,
no longer seen
but as dark earth.
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As you can see, I too am fond of writing from my elderly perspective of life's sunset. Hence my profile motto: "tragic sunset".