Old Age Revealed

Old Age Revealed In my youth, time was my friend. With age, time has become the enemy. I cannot say when you cross that line, But it happens when you realize The future is dimmed, and not as important As it once was. Reality sets in when you enter the room, Of the old folks’ home, to see someone you love, Confined to the deathbed, not a pleasant sight. (The embarrassing bedpan within reach.) In disgust, I watch the nurse Spoon feed my friend. I am at a loss for words and can only smile. Senility eats away at the brain while the organs fail. (I so want my presence to be positive.) And the pain, never-ending. We chatter away, our eyes revealing Memories without meaning. Blankets engulf the body as if mummified, But it is still cold when our hands touch; Because blood circulation Doesn’t reach the extremities. “Soon my friend.”—in deep thought I reflect, “Will this too be my end?”