Now I know old age is cruel

It brings fears you never knew



There is a hazard in the morning sun,

A thirty percent chance

This day will pass without

The birth of a regret

Or the blossoming of a sorrow

So well behaved and mild

Shyly, patiently

Gaining courage all these years

Blurting into the bliss

You?ve sown around you



These passions make your life last longer

Waiting for the day

You can no longer push them away.

Arms weakened,

Your heart grows stronger

And wisdom clinging to you like a child

To her broken doll,

You may finally sort everything out

And end with nothing

Left to fear tomorrow