When Old Age Beckons

In his quick gait and stride,
I see legs feeble and weary.
In his straight back and shoulders raised,
I see bent stooping waist helped by a cane.
In his sexual energy and libido,
I see deadly soft limpness.

In her smooth pretty beautiful face,
I see rough wrinkles etched deeply on her face,
like markings on a carved surface.
In her shapely gravity defying breasts,
I see shapeless mass of flesh.

When old age beckons,
one is at pain’s beck and call,
shaky teeth becomes wary of once loved delicacy,
loneliness becomes your best friend.
When old age beckons,
everyday you beg your once sworn enemy to dine
on you but with slow hesitation will Death come.

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