Old Age

Old age yellows bone and marrow, A feel hollow knows sad sorrow. Grey with odd gloom this weary room, Fatigue now grooms a long lost bloom. Eyes feel most dim as sight grows dark, Slow time seeds grim odd thoughts that spark. The tired day sums cold heavy sighs, Unease can come to mangle cries. Slow motion steps in jerky grooves, A curious trap for sultry moves. Now simple fare can be so hard, A load of cares can crush the bard. Time oozes fast when dusk descends, From first to last sense stiff pretend. See logic fail as reason falls, Sad sighs avail lame bitter gall. Brown leaves sign well the autumn tale, Old figure dwells with body frail. Thus winter cold greets forlorn face, Weary soul folds as embers grace. Old age now rubs a deeper balm, Strange regrets snub in dying psalm. Leon Enriquez 17 September 2017 Singapore