Nick's Poetry - Thoughts on Old Age

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THOUGHTS ON OLD AGE

My bones ache and my flesh grows cold
For I am very, very old
And yet somewhere within me lies
A hidden youth who never dies

His eye is clear, his hair is black
His hand is firm and strong his back
He’s everything that I would be
Were I not as old as me

And as I sit here in my chair
My wrinkled face and greying hair
Remind me of the things I’ve missed
And all the girls I never kissed

But it’s not all regret, you see
For long ago that youth was me
And so in spite of all my ills,
The ointments and the daily pills

However painful life may be
I will not quit it willingly
As long as memory warms my heart
Until the day I must depart