Old Age (3) Poem by Sheena Blackhall
Old Age (3)
Decrepitude, dementia, old age
The silver surfer daily counts the pills
Stalking the spotlight on life's fleeting stage
Stents keep the heart pump-pumping in its cage
And medication stems the surge of ills
As sprays restrain the bugs in verbiage
When does the book attain its final page?
When lawyers rush out clutching deeds and wills?
Now everyman can be an ancient sage
No teeth, poor vision, deaf to all but rage
That bodies fail, wear out…no lovers' thrills
The wreck of youth and vigour can assuage
Time's hourglass, no longer weakly spills
Wonderful poem encompassing the frailties generally associated with old age. Nice job. This goes into MyPoemList. Thanks. I quote: When does the book attain its final page? No teeth, poor vision, deaf to all but rage
your poem is simply wonderful, your expressions are vivid and flowless. thanks for sharing. you are a great poet. if you find time please read some of my poems and leave your valuable comments. Thanks.
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10/11/2024 7:44:48 AM # 1.0.0
No teeth, poor vision, deaf to all but rage That bodies fail, wear out…no lovers' thrills The wreck of youth and vigour can assuage Time's hourglass, no longer weakly spills .. .. . .. loved these lines. This is a beautiful poem on old age having haunting expression. The fleeting and decrepitude of life has been astutely depicted. Thank u dear Sheena madam for posting this gem. Full vote.