Cry For Help Poem by William F Glennon

The beautiful shade of gray hair shows her age.
Her psyche lives alone in a cage.

My love grows stronger.
Her love grows older.

Her Age has affected her body and soul.
Her hearts strong only she's losing control.

It feels like I am running in place, only I'm too late.
Am I lost in a world of nostalgia and apathy?
I'm shadow boxing with an unknown fate.

I would sell my soul to take back the time we lost.
Age becomes the adversary that catches up fast, and we need to
continue the fight no matter the cost.