Old ManIs it my aging body that is betraying me?
So cold and callous is the mind reminding me
That I can no longer do this or that
What happened to the free walloping spirit that existed beforehand?
Where did it all go and how?
Slowly passing away, not a chance for sad goodbyes, it’s just gone
No take backs, no replays, no gasping for that last moment in time
I am left with a decaying body-
Chances are none more important to you as is this writing
Until of course you are old and alone feeling decrepit
wondering the same things attested
the aches and pains
the slowness to get up and go
the simpleness to run and get things done
why? why? has this body forsaken me
good for nothing just slowing me down
the wrinkles the grayness faithfully follow
how old do you really have to be?
To know and appreciate the gift given me
To live life to the fullest, even when your family has forgotten me
Growing old is a sickness with no known cure at the present
I am left alone to tend to this body
With the help of strangers
I sit, I lay in wait for my demise
Wondering if there will be any thought left in me
Not really accepting my limitations
Again and again I awake to my own deception
Only to denounce all that is remaining
All that is remaining of this ailing old body
