Let me now sing the song of my old age,
All I recount now belongs to the past.
Since the noticed changes are far too vast,
Let this song be sung by a real sage.

This face, now so old, ugly, and wrinkled,
Once shone with a glow, bright and appealing.
Though no longer fine, smooth, and now peeling,
This same old skin was once never crinkled.

These eyes, now drooping, dimmed by poor vision,
Once sparkled with allure and shone pretty.
These hands were once fresh, smooth, and not gritty,
Though now shaky with loss of precision.

The mouth, now sunken and full of gnashers,
Was once bright in the glow of real teeth.
A life once like the vibrance of a wreath
Now whispers in the folds of old tatters.

These feet, worn and cracked, trudging so slowly,
Once romped in the bloom of youthful delight.
Though now calloused and bent, aching each night,
They carried dreams and walked them boldly.

My arms are strong enough to break your fall.
As you float in my arms, in gentle grips,
You’ll be held safe, and free from any thrall.
My kiss will whisper love upon your lips.

We will be free from the world's distraction,
Our hearts will never again have to cry,
Your love will just be my sole attraction.
You'll be my heartthrob, and I'll be your guy.

There's no way I'll allow my love to wane,
For love undone, doubts might one day replace,
By loving you, there's much that I will gain.
My fear is the beauty glow on your face.

But if you allow lies to unbind us,
There’s a depth down there awaiting your crash,
I promise I won’t have to raise a fuss.
Your fall would satisfy more than a clash.

This face, looking old and wrinkled,
was once shining, glowing and beautiful.
This skin, looking rough and crinkled,
was once fine, smooth, healthy and appealing.

These eyes, sunken with poor vision,
were once pretty, charming.and ebullient.
These hands, shaky, lost precision
were once fresh, smooth with well-manicured nails.

The mouth now with no single tooth
was once full of laughter, bright in its glow.
A life once lived with grace and couth
now whispers stories through the quiet night.

Though time never tarries for anyone,
I cannot outpace the shade I cast below.
even as I press forth on the long run.
Success, in its season, will surely show.

The battles of my past, so cleanly won,
outweigh the wasted time that life bestows.
Yet, I regret not a single deed I've done,
for what's ahead, only the Maker knows.

The mirror of my past remains intact;
a glance still shows a future shining bright.
Past experience and lessons compact,
to lift me to my greatest soaring height.

There's still some time to reconcile lost time,
if I but strive a little longer more.
No height will prove too daunting now to climb.
With steadfast success waiting at my door.

The space between stars is not empty,
So chance that you can be great is plenty,
That's by finding emptiness a space
And making yourself shine in that place.

Insomuch, your head isn't in the cloud,
Strive hard to stand out in any crowd,
Though, stars glow less bright for a stranger,
But sunshine sweat can be the changer.

You have to find that space to twinkle,
You just have to shine out of a crinkle.
That's the surest way to break the jinx,
And to welcome success when it winks.

Though, the space is full of obstacles,
And chance of success in particles.
You must create that emptiness to fill,
So finding the space must be your skill.