Elegy to old age

                    Not own dream, weak bones and falling fleash.
                   Leaving my younghood to a place of weakness                       and spinelessness.
                    It was like yesterday i became a man,today
              an old man leaving a lot of competitions and risks               Now i have become an experience narrator of past  glory.
           Now i sleep and dream on how to narrate my past glory   to children
               This handsome skin falling like a bull dog saliva.
Hair running backward afraid to face challenges.
Teeth falling down like walls of Jericho.
Sickness attacking the old skin like Legion.
Old age is the beginning of death.
So i did catch a lot of fun in my youthful days,
which makes me professor of past glory.
The comming out of gray hair is like the wheat planted with the tears.
The unpleasant voice is as loud as an ant while speaking.
The weaken eyes is an esclipe of the big star to the earth.
Is there any glory in getting old?
One day this body will become a debt
to the maggot that will suck into it.
The fly that will follow it into the darkhall,
will regreat and shed tears.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 9/8/2017 2:51:00 AM
Beautiful, beautifully written... A poem about the reality we all will face one day. Very well worded. My favourite line here must be "This handsome skin falling like a bull dog saliva".... Welcome to PoetrySoup :)
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