Where have the sinews and muscles in your arms
And the ruddy color in your cheeks
From days outdoors
Gone
Why are your arms once so strong
And legs that stood so firm against the world
Shriveled to the state I see before me
Now
When did the hands that could craft and gesture
And the eyes that could see and show your soul
Weaken and go slow and
Dim
Would that I could refashion
Those sinews and muscles and arms and legs, hands and eyes
Make them whole again to renew
You