Getting Old

I have come more than half the way And began to feel the pain At joints while climbing up the stairs And in waist a mild strain I have begun to lose you from near And can't identify the scent That you come wearing in your hair Your beauty is getting faint The hard muscles in my arms have Started to hang soft and loose My lines do not run straight anymore Can't take you as my muse May be the loading star has forgotten To shine upon me as I am old As a recluse I live in my den and sweet Memories of youth I can't hold