‘‘Age is graceful dying.’’
We all fear the changing years.
When wrinkles make facial fault lines
and sudden pains become our greatest fears
with dreams we weren’t able to find.
So we so filled with deep-seated dread
fly away to yesterday
from the realm of walking dead
to where we hope our bodies will stay,
its energy, its life to us will be fed
and the cock’s final crow will be kept at bay.
Yet, searching for exhausted youth
will bear not joyous
but the tragic truth
that age be all-consuming and all-embracing