I'm so empty of dreams.
Without sexy young things.
It seems I've lost the desire
to chase beauty.
Inside my heart and my mind.
Across the days of my life.
A dark shadow now casts it's
light through me.
Tell me where is life's light?
The familiar beacon shining
bright?
That uses hope from my dreams
to guide me?
All of my senses have grown tired.
Old age has taken my desire.
And robbed me of the things a man
finds pleasing.
There are not many things today
I'm needing.
Now as an old man so weak,
There are but a few things I seek.
An easy chair for me to sit and
watch T.V.
And a warm bed for me to lay in
while I sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah, while reading I was chortling, and he thinks he's old? Try mine on for size. Glad to see you were only standing in. Read mine - I Cannot Return - Adeline