Old Poem by Deluke Muwanigwa

My car is old
Being a tech savvy person
I drive around with a full toolkit
I love my car so much i wont retire it.

My house is old
Ceilings sagging, doors and windows creaking
One day i aim to coat over the fading grays with new paint,
Without covering up wonderful memories

My wife is old
Though i dare not say it in her face
These days i get away with doing nothing
I keep telling her i will get to it when back stops hurting

Everything is old
I am too, i guess, but my spirit says forever young
I sleep early, take my BP tablets and unwillingly stopped drinking.

Old. How did that happen?

C.210305