In My Life's Twilight Poem by Stephen Omolori

In my life's twilight,
Especially when my beard turns grey,
& I'm left with a poor eyesight,
I hope that I still get to feel you everyday
Like a blind troubadour's
Hands feeling brailles from the one he adores.

In my life's twilight,
Especially when I become bald,
& my head reflects light,
I hope to still have you enthralled
Like in my youthful days
When wrinkles loathed my face.

In my life's twilight,
Especially when I become hunched,
& my steps need a great might,
I hope it doesn't get your patience punched
Like a boxer with tired blows
When knockout from his rival flows.

In my life's twilight,
Especially when I forget things,
& people doubt whether I was ever bright,
I hope that you won't flap your wings
Like a bird's hearing a gunshot,
Denying that forgetfulness is an old man's lot.

In my life's twilight,
Especially when Death comes for me,
& says to me, "It's time for your soul's flight, "
I hope you won't say, "I'm finally free
Like a dead slave owner's slave, "
Dancing, then spitting on my grave.