When You Are Old

Each wrinkle scribes where adventure found Each tattered map sketched with their speckled blood Tales remembered where time never stood Trodden swiftly and buried underground Memories linger in an aged mind Which does yearn escape and in comfort sought In loving embrace and battles once fought Lies in a weakened state for all mankind Conversation drawn in quieter day Where solitude imprisons, sentence drawn No quarter given when body now worn Where silent victor and no words to say