Echoes of Decrepit Days

As yellow leaves wither in the autumn breeze, only apathetic thoughts remain in this nonchalant existence of my diseased body and over the hill mind! It reminds me a time of agility, A time of struggle and celebrations, An age when dreams of a better future bloomed, And leaping up those stairs to pluck the petals of success. The illusion of youth, believing I would remain the same forever, My beauty, once admired by the mirror, My body, that lied about its boundless strength, And the willpower that upheld my beliefs! Now, my poor mind, dreadfully distressed, on the fritz of my worn body parts. Here I am, at the dusk of my life, panting and staring at the steep stairs called ‘rest of my time’! I wonder, are there any tears left to cry over the memories of my vigorous days? Or, has time swallowed even the sorrow, leaving only silence?