Old age, sooner or later
Takes over you stealthily
And sometimes takes
Mericelss revenge and punishes
You by stealing your memory
and self for you to rot and rot
Bedridden you don't know who
You are. A half dead organism
An old man who gave all his
love to all, every woman he knew
Has his heart now blocked
Stented to let blood flow
The punishment he got for
His overflowing love for all
If it isn't your head or heart
The old age snatches from you
It may break your bones
Shut your kidneys, you can't pee
Make you breathless with asthma, pneumonia
And worst, breathless when you see a pretty lady
And it steals forever your ever rising libido
You rush for the blue pill and it doesn't work
It doesn't work and you sit alone with your head in your
Both hands and say - Allah, why do you punish me, such?
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