Before I Lose the Light

I sit at my drawing board, drawing quite madly,

Before glaucoma curses with blindness so badly,

And my age is advanced, so the Reaper is watching,

And papery skin all over is splotching.

I have to be vigilant and wise with my time,

And clever enough to catch the next rhyme.

Time’s running out on the next thing to do,

As I’m leaving behind small wisdoms for you.