Once The Mighty Warrior Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

one
aging
mighty
warrior held
that life was pain
that water was dirty
that the heavy grit of death
always returns to sand …
then sand and water
mixed, is mere mire.
And mere mire is not
as quicksand … it simply
slows down your stride …
and life indeed is not clean.
That the aged must be retired
and, one's success will be forgotten.
This brings one to such depths … to a
level of great despair … how sad indeed
that one was once the mighty warrior …