Ever Onward

I'm a goner, for sure, although not quite gone yet

Who can count his loved ones on one old wrinkled hand

Still alive but dead to a double-crossed daughter

With time slipping away in my hourglass of sand

I'm a goner, indeed, with one foot in the grave

Who can count the years left on ten fingers or less

Still breathing but dead to a brother and sister

For bad deeds and dire faults mine alone I confess

I'm a goner, alright, although not quite done yet

Who can count lucky stars without shame or chagrin

Still awake and at peace with all slips of the past

With good luck on our side ever onward my twin!