Age, Not Rage Poem by Frederick Nellist

Years encroach pockets no pence
Survival depends on common sense
Got no teeth left, perhaps a few
I don't bite off more than I chew.

Infirmities ambush I can't hide
Bit rough when all are combined
Memories only, no passions fired
Ambition zero, no hopes inspired.

Sown wild oats with careless hands
Gambled and loved in many lands
Life not always the way I planned
Broken rules and many times banned.

Dream of adventure I'm unable to do
Failing eyesight, not easy to view
Trying to age with style and grace
Too late now for setting the pace.

I count not days that for me remain
Predicting the future I abstain
I take comfort in faces I held dear
Judge me fairly, I will not hear.