Lament in Middle Age
There was a time remembered fondly
when i was young and fair
when passers by, all and sundry
marvelled at my carefree air
A fleeting moment of former life
though age comes on one soon
and youth cut off as if by knife
slips to dark, like waxing moon
My curling tress, my flowing lock
to baldness creepeth on
imagine please the horror shock
when crown once bright, was gone
Teeth that were pearls, lustre shining
twinkling stars by day
crumbled from my sweet tooth dining
old friends now passed away
Firm and Taut, words once spoken
have changed vocabulary
to soft and supple, wrecked and broken
old and beaten me
Smooth and tender, lovers skin
becoming dry and cracked
shredded by my years of sin
no vices have i lacked
Smoked and drunk, wine and skunk
abused my temple shell
of heaven i have had my chunk
so now, i tasteth hell
creaking, aching, breaking pains
deep within my bones
for nothing from ones sin he gains
except for wretched moans
And though i whine and holler so
'bout how myself is spent
i savoured every moment though
so i shall not repent
accept, i do, the price of life
so fruitfully enjoyed
and though no my troubles rife
i am not much annoyed
Smoke more i say and taste the wine
another two score years
would long enough, be just fine
of ending, have no fears!
With all my aching self enjoy
the life and love i can
before this vessel i destroy
on the shores where it began
<Deleted User> (8158)
Thu 6th May 2010 05:37
GE dear, One has to be more sorry for poor old Milton, of course, who lost his sight "ere half his days in this dark world and wide..", so let's use our talents while we still have 'em, eh? MG 1003