I entered the following poem in the Crooksville Art Council's Poetry Contest. It took second place. I think that's good, since I am not a poet...
Fluttering wings passing by
Just as time will fly
Slipping through my hand
Just like grains of sand.
Days turn into night
Whenever time takes flight
I do not regret the wrongs of my youth
Though aging brings a harsh truth.
What have I done with my life
Except to bring others strife
How can I make this right?
For me time has taken its final flight.
I pray that God has forgiven me
Another day I hope to see
Though as I draw my final breath
At last I find a peaceful death.
-by Rita L. Smith