When We Were Young Poem by Job Ombati

We're old.
Grizzled, used, tired
Our vision strong but dimmed.
Many years of expectations, dreams,
now fizzled out.
Nightmares.
Sagged shoulders.
Whining knees.
Receding hairlines, receding year lines.
But still defiant of fate.

When were young,
Our supple feet softly scurried the morning.
A million destinations for our dreams.
Buoying us up high,
fed on hot helium.

We stamped the morning grass,
squashing the morning dew.
Had places to go.

But now our faces are lined.
Eyes rimmed.
Our steps drably, unsteady.
Slow.
For we have no places to go.

Inspired by the poem, 'When We Were Young' by Abass Ladak.