Words To The Wise? -A Sonnet Poem by Richard St. Clair

More aches and pains, this truly is a drag,
Old age a pestilence, a karmic fray
That mars my aging body day to day,
Yet still my hope persists without a snag.
I know that life, impermanent, is like
A fallen leaf, the waning sun at dusk,
That soon my life will shrivel to a husk:
But I don't fear the end when death will strike.
What is the gist of life, the thinkers ask?
Why does existence wax and wane as such?
Why does time divest us of so much?
Why is it all so burdensome a task?
Buddha answers here, don't think too hard:
Just listen to His words, and move forward!