Bibbeck

Growing Old

Trapped down the wrong alley

Only one way to go

Only one way in my life

To old age.

My skin, once tanned and smooth

Now in folds it droops.

My hair, once alive with bounce and so sleek

Now seems to have fallen asleep,

It hangs onto my head

Like a rock hanging over a cliff.

My eyes, once large and blue

Now slits in my face

Like narrow entrances to caves.

So energetic and sporty when young

That was me,

Now my legs, no longer any use

I\'m such a frail sight to see.

Old age has claimed me

It has taken all that I had

Only my memories remain.