Pathos

My flesh is wrinkled and older each day The pained steps I take a tortured farewell The friends I once had have all gone away Inside my mind's eye is where they now dwell Weariness I wear with days of old age To hold me, hostage, till' my life can fade The years I have lived, I'm at the last stage And wait for the darkness in dim-lit shade Memories I have are moments to hold They drift in and out, no reason to cry Flickering pictures they too have grown old Endless images from life's last goodbye They come without warning to fill my head And leave me in tears, down my face they spread 8/9/21 contest "P" new or old poems sponsor Constance La France