Am Getting old

My back is denying me.

My facial charm is fading away. 

Wrinkles sprinkle everywhere. 

Grey hair storm out like 

The peak of sunrise. 

Memories flash and fade 

Like a shadow. Holding 

Pee is harder than speaking. 

Am regarded as a fool, 

A tool that is not useful.

I wrestle with a walking stick 

To whistle my feet anywhere. 

I rest under the shade 

Of a tree waiting for knuckle 

Fist of death to feast on me. 

But know this we all pass old age. 

You can't jump the page.

We'll all be in the same cage.

It is the gloomiest stage 

Once you reach the cave of old age. 

Cause you're on a lifeless machine

Hoping on memories to last forever.