Age
He walked with a stumbling gait.
Time passed it would not wait.
The children from within a school,
Cried out, he's here again, silly old fool.
Tears in his eyes betrayed his pain,
His brain, his body, were on the wane.
When as a youth he was so fit,
Attracted girls, was oft a hit,
Now ridiculed day after day,
Always, in some youngsters way.
The penalty of growing old,
Days gone forever when he was bold.
The past has gone for evermore,
The future bleak a closing door.
Every day his aches are worse,
Old age at least is everyone's curse,
But soon, so soon, he'll meet his fate,
With the devil or peace at the golden gate.