Age Spots

God shifts his weight and half an oak remains. One soul must die; another life retains. I stand a little shaky now. raise my hand, put drops in my eye, A sort of palsy visits me I let the blood sport play, yet wonder why pause until I am no longer faint. At times my body fools me, like wet paint. I accept it as a debt I must repay, for all the times I treated it that way. cruel in action, abusive with indulgence, careless or discourteous, ignoring common sense. nonchalant, often asleep behind the wheel Now time for me to touch my age with far less zeal.