Old Age

When I was a boy, innocent, lively and joyful I thought and acted as a child without time Hard riding me, tick tocking away the hours Life seemed endless, death defied stranger Thoughts of old age did not embrace me. Summers of my youth were full of sunshine Young lovers thinking themselves immortal Untouched by fears of becoming old and feeble. Old age has crept sly and ruthless slowing me down Heart, lungs, brain, legs hurting when I walk Yet still I think with a young man's mind Steadfast with cherished memories of love As my body fails and skin wrinkles Death no longer a stranger knocking at the door.