Song Of An Aging Man. Poem by Tony Adah

My robust cheeks
Are sagging
My hair grey
Age with an invisible razor
Is busy balding my head
And my eyes living low
In their sockets.
Oh, age why do you
Play such a trick on me?

Yesterday I could walk
Straight and smart
Look at me today
Toddling like an infant
Learning to walk.
My eyes blurred
And the wind blows
With some ear muffs in its hands
Stuffing them in my ears
You can only reach me
By throwing pebbles at me
Oh, age why have you
Played such a trick on me?