Treasure Island

Slava Olchevski

(1964 / St.Petersburg, Russia)

Old age blues


My life has came to an end
I welcomed death as a friend
I lost all my physical strength
Death almost stands at arm’s length

I walk like I am wading in dregs
Arthritis has claimed my legs
My breathing is all but hamstrung
The smoking had killed the left lung

My back’s no longer straight
I gained quite a lot of weight
To treat my numerous ills
I’m constantly popping pills

My vision is, also, blurred
My speech is somewhat slurred
All pains I will have to endure
Since the aging cannot be cured

I am losing my mind as well
I recently lost sense of smell
I praise you, my Lord, very much
That I still have a sense of touch!

Submitted: Friday, December 25, 2009
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