Senescent Is Fated Poem by Eberechukwu Emmanuel

She wouldn't take her reflection
Off the mirror
Staring at her wrinkled skin
With a disquiet expression, As Though,
She woke up in the body of Another.

Ouch! She voiced,
Send for a dermatologist,
Bring forth the deluxe cosmetics,
My hands, My face,
My body, My body, She Whimpered.

Spring came visiting and left, Same
With summer, autumn and Winter.
Clink! Alphaville Records
Kept whirling on the phonograph,
A definition of her desire,

A reciprocal determinism.
Forever young, Forever young,
I want to be, I want to be
Forever young.
Forever young, I want to be.

Her solemn voice render
The sovereign song of Alphaville,
Digesting every piece of the Rhythm
Into the fiber of her Soul,
Soothing the veins in her Muscles.

Hmm! put off the phonograph,
She whisper. My body, My body,
I must nurture. Senescent is Fated and hoary
I shall adopt. Till my skin seize to Feel
The gift of cosmos.