As the Years Comply

As the Years Comply
As the Years Comply

The years comply
to the rhythm of my slow fading,
the subtle changes that mark the decline of health,
those telomeres that for so long upheld life,
now open the gates to hereditary predilections,
all the possibilities of my demise.

I am ticking clock,
a cycle on its final turn,
skin lesions and strange growths,
discolourations not my own, but painted,
as if a warning of things to come,
a timely cycle of finite measure.

Inbuilt into our every cell,
this process of slow decline, and what that will be
dependant upon our heredity,
the predispositions of imperfection in our DNA,
passed down from our ancestors,
their lives and anomalies written.

Strange to know who I am,
vastly spread through many lives,
past experiences and strife
coded in my every chromosome,
and in contiguous display
the very end of a life so far removed from they.

I shall not be maudlin,
the reality enough by definition,
but it is a clarity to my life to know,
this path I chose has a particular end,
and I shall not even predict, what’s the point,
just knowing I shall lay down with and by my family.

Death seems such a fear to many,
yet life is a map we must all follow,
and no matter what takes us out,
it is the life we imbued in our soul’s learning
that upholds significance,
and death is just another door closing, another life opening.

I feel the slowing, as age grasps my being,
yet I adjust well and move on,
perhaps a little compromised but that is the cycle,
and I must abide not fight the inevitable,
because I am imperfect innately,
as physically I am vulnerable, in soul I am infinite.

Tony DeLorger © 2018

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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for, Google+, videos on YouTube and book sales on website, Amazon and

4 thoughts on “As the Years Comply

  • August 19, 2018 at 7:51 AM

    Ah my friend, father time takes it’s toll on all of us. I too am in the beginning stages of decline. My youth has left me physically, my mind still sharp and ever searching. I have fond memories of my younger makeup, the mirror is still kind on good days, but humbles me on others. The bodies changes don’t stop, they will continue to have their own way. Nothing we can do to stop the steady decline, we watch with amusement and sometimes sadness. Yet I don’t fear death’s door, I too know it’s just another beginning on a continual journey we are all on. I agree Tony, we are a compilation of DNA of our forefathers and their seed will determine in many ways how long we will reside in this present body. So indeed, I must comply with the shell given me, own it till the very end. Cheers

  • August 19, 2018 at 6:33 PM

    Glad you enjoyed it Vincent, yes nothing we can do about this cycle of life of which we are a part. All we can do is our best, to live and experience within the time given. Take care my friend.

  • August 19, 2018 at 10:22 PM

    Oh, to age with grace is glorious when we can “abide the inevitable”. I see my physical body declining in health, yet my mind and spirit body is stronger than ever, preparing for ascension and my next life. Very well penned thoughts, Tony.

    Possible edit? Stanza 3: passed down from our descendants, (from our ancestors or that which our descendants will pass down?)

  • August 19, 2018 at 10:30 PM

    Thanks Phyllis, glad you enjoyed it. You’re right…should be ‘ancestors’. Thanks for that dear friend. have a great day!


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