Decrepit days and months

Suddenly a face in the mirror stares back, You're growing old...silver hairs in black. Evening twilight fades into a dark night. Why do colours no longer look bright? With small dark rings under sunken eyes the peach sunset, is just a weary sunrise. Taut cheeks drooping, wrinkles everywhere Carefree youth abandoned to old-age care. Life keeps melting like a flickering candle, a new generation, my wisdom can't handle. Fatigue of arthritis, a feeble body groans, dull senses slow down, time eroded bones. I no longer find people to sit and talk, nothing new happens round the clock. Crevices and corners I can no longer reach I change the ways of thoughts and speech. Rejoicing the memories of low and high tides, a vast field is visible where the horizon hides. Decrepit days and months turn lonely years, in doorways of nostalgia, future disappears. I am again a child, longing to jump and play my soul grows stronger, on every birthday.