Old Age

OLD AGE I am now old I am no longer bold As I used to be before The smooth and tender skin Of which I bore Is no longer present at all. My skin now has a rugged terrain I now feel pain And the grave beneath call Old age has taken over me Delicate and fragile skin I now see Like a child I talked Like a child I walked Now, like the old I act And the almighty fact Remains that I am going down And can no longer walk on my own.