In His Old Age
He coils in his aged shell
From exhausting long journeys
Years of joys and goodness
Pass into oblivion
And he gapes in fixed mood
In aged helplessness
Counting empty years passing by
He recounts
In brooding mode
The enterprise of life
The greenery years of joys
Waters flowed in blessed harmony
And his handsome eyes
Fomented helpful catches
And ladies' skirts bore witness
Of vast energies of his prowess
A tear escapes from his eyes
As a younger world passes by
Walking new corridors of peace
Away from the yesteryears' joys.
Old Man & the Sea -- Maria C Doglio
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