A thief stole my guts, grit and fire.
Robbed me of the clenched fists
And vigor that fought through every
Day of my tough and volatile youth.
Remaining, only the liver-spotted, crepey
Appendages of an enervated old man
Filled with frail apprehension, where
Caution is foremost in thought when walking
Gingerly on a snow-covered sidewalk, for
Fear of slipping and falling and breaking a hip.
Gone are those carefree buoyant years that
Saturday, October 19, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: death,journey,life