I Am Old Now
Friday, August 17, 2007
My room is sparse—
It has always been
Tied to the past.
I lie alone,
A bed for my throne,
A Queen of simple pleasures.
Sweets to my left,
A luxury of youth.
My bony hand quivers—
Just short of the candy.
Perhaps, I deserve them no more.
I am old now.
My smile is bare
But filled with life yet.
But that, too, is diminishing
Before my own eyes.
Myself is all I can see.
All else is a blur—
But memory is vivid.
The shades of war,
Dull but unfading.
The first colour photograph---
My beloved son.
I hold these dear,
Though my touch is numb.
Though I grow old,
My mind is young.
But Death does not see—
She comes for me,
Takes my hand gently, softly
To peace in eternity.
And perhaps, I do not mind.
For I am old now.
I belong to a world
Of a different kind.
Posted by jon at 10:36 PM
