I would talk of desires..
Longings.. choices I make
Look and wonder, is it.. really
Troubling of even, diminutive worth?
Mind, so enthusiastic, and,
Heart so bland and blunt towards.
The line drawn,
Head scratched to chronic hair loss,
Body grows lean,
Life loses its touch, and
Death surely, its sting.
A long standing camaraderie, dies.

Convivial, no longer.
But, cast a blame, on me not,
Or so, spare me, that look of judge.
I once was, slowly, becoming not,
Still a man of his words,
Blame me not, if your understanding fails you.