Never a Broken Spirit

 

This ageing frame enfolds a spirit undiminished

aching joints, the realisation of age do not vanquish my desire

My appetite, my zest for life has not lost its ardour

a creative spirit pervades my need to express

 

I am not resigned nor will conform to life´s limitations

my stature suffers no erosion from the elements

A glance in a mirror is a portrait of age

yet within an athlete runs the extra mile

 

Death may be close at hand but I deny its power

I am blessed with energy, optimism and faith

Unique and self willed I do not cower

the way ahead is clear, the path straight

 

In times of tribulation I have resorted to products of amelioration

these give temporary assuage but offer no lasting remedy

Those who are close offer affection and encouragement

but at the end of the day I stand alone, as do we all

 

Do I possess a philosophy or an elixir to thrive

none save a perpetual interest in all I find

Engrossed and intrigued these entice my soul

all of which has little to do with being old