Suddenly I Am Old Poem by Tony Sandy

I have become a festering mass of prejudice. 
The beauty of the world I saw everywhere is now only captured in odd detail. 
Misery and regret fill my days, where once it was laughter and joy. 
Why should it be different for anyone, when it is the same for everyone?  
Wear and tear turn to weary tears in my twilight years. 
Hands that lifted heavy weights, can hardly lift a cup now without shaking;  
Those hands, brutally veined and gnarled with arthritis, no longer reach out to the future
but hide in memory of a once glorious capability.
This body, a reflection of its thoughts -
Bitter and twisted hands. Bitter and twisted mind. 
Care worn on the outside, destroyed on the inside;
All hope gone as Winter replaces the Spring in my step and I am lost to despair.