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 herbiage
When does the book attain its final page?
When come the lawyers 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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well written..during Old age body is weak and sick and depend on medication. You may like my poem old age