“Eighties” as read by Warren Adler

I know I am much closer to the further shore

And I am still open to the question of more

With blurry eyes I can see the outlines of the rocks

Knowing that my faulty ears can hear less ticks and tocks

Still I can hear the surging rhythm of the tide

And wonder if there’s anything on the other side

Should I really care?

Or surrender to despair?

It’s hardly worth the ponder

I never met anyone returned from yonder

Allow me then to husband every shred of time

I still feel somewhat in my prime

And ignore all who tell me I am wrong

Yes, I will continue to sing my song

Until I crash against the sharpest rocks

And there are no more ticks and tocks

And disembark on the furthest shore

Only then will I know there is no more

-W.A.