ALMOST SIXTY

I can see it

Life fading with each sunset 

I can feel it

My zeal dripping through the cracks 

My sprint has come to a crawl 

My voice cracking 

And once sparkling brown eyes 

Without glasses, can't see at all 

Oh how my bones ache bad

Pain never before felt or had

Three flights of stairs 

Seems like a mountain to climb 

Its so difficult to recall day and time 

My mind plays tricks on me 

Saying you can be what you want to be 

But old age reminds me

There are consequences 

In the face of stupidity 

So on my cane I lean 

Wrinkled bald and afraid 

I used to look forward to the new day 

But turning sixty has gotten in the way  

After all, it was at age fifty 

That my older brother passed away. 

By

Wilford Barker.