Oct 2016
Old man….
bent but not broken
forgetful yet wise
the fire burns brightly
in your rheumy blue eyes
Old maid….
bent but still standing
alone yet longing to care
with gnarled palsied hands
she desires to share
Old age….
a curse and a blessing
relentless but gentle
its light slowly fades
like a flickering candle
Old folks….*
Living but dying
feeble yet strong
like hot glowing embers
they can’t last for too long
bent but not broken
forgetful yet wise
the fire burns brightly
in your rheumy blue eyes
Old maid….
bent but still standing
alone yet longing to care
with gnarled palsied hands
she desires to share
Old age….
a curse and a blessing
relentless but gentle
its light slowly fades
like a flickering candle
Old folks….*
Living but dying
feeble yet strong
like hot glowing embers
they can’t last for too long
