A stark blank page
an empty mind
the signs of age
are not too kind
as skills and memory
begin to fade.

Forgotten words
a frozen tongue
a trembling hand
are all among
the fearful things
of aging’s promenade.

Foul smelling clothes
a dumb blank stare
a dripping nose
long grey nose hair
a lonely senior
in a barren room.

Dribbling spit
and gibberish rants
with yellow stains
on underpants
both legacy
and precursor of doom.

The signs of life
now slowly wane
the opposite
for his death pain
as he awaits
the final curtain’s fall.

What better time
than now and here
to offer wishes
of good cheer!
Happy New Year folks
to one and all!