As Age Soars Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

As age soars

As age soars, years add up,
We get old, sick, and numb.

In such years of old age,
Maybe, and possibly,
One part is best managed.

That is some sly and, sleazy,
The wet, red, ugly tongue.

Most of us, in old age,
Keep sending the brain,
To the longest vacations.

With muscles, numb, absent,
And heart, hands, powerless,
Each tongue is Scheherazade,
Speaking around the clock,
For a thousand and one night.

Heroes and the heroines,
Are made, set by its wish!

Limitless, talks and talk,
It dictates, fabricates,
Mostly, lies, exaggerates!

Puts a prince on a horse,
Sends it to a rugged road,
To find love with success.

I live in soaring years,
Studying my peers,
We are, all, but useless,
We enjoy and love to say:
"I was so, when younger,
Opposed the corruption,
By coated the badasses…"

We are sick, unaware,
We bluff bottomless!