Credit goes to this post for inspiring these lines... In fact this was written in the comment box of that post ....
Another year passeth by
We grow older: you and I
I am wisened
When words are penned
The Muse is spent
My frame - tis what your pen depicts
My mood - tis what your mind predicts
Each day this uncertain subsistence
Is a celebration of your kind indulgence
In your own words, asks 'my dependence'
If you ever empathise with my existence?