Mathias Yakubu Poet Free verse

Old Age

Beauty in the gray head
bitten by time
effortless it comes
changing the body

gray and very aged
limbs becomes feeble
eyes are myopic
strength eludes and feeling musty

obsessed with the idea of rejuvenation
the old prays to be young
the young prays for old age
life have it own way
old age is a gift

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Lizzie Treetop November 22, 2011 at 2:01 PM Fair dinkum mate you hit it on the nail!

Elizabeth Wesley September 19, 2011 at 11:05 PM I guess it is a gift if we get there and here I am, wish it didn't do so much damage Matt, you understand. Yes I could do with some rejuvenating! :) Mathias Yakubu September 20, 2011 at 2:37 AM I understand Lizy, but its beta to b damage by age than to die prematurely. Get old stay young! (smile)