SENILITY (go to website to rate this poem)
Drip-dripping away
Slowly, steadily, and incessantly
Golden memories
Precious faces
Fading away forever
Into the horizon
Delineated
Lines of toil and pain
Plain have become the palms
Weeded out stoically
Leaves and flowers still green
Nurtured yesterday
A half sphere of life
Eight decades and five
Solitude drags limply
The absolute release
Of these clipped and frail wings
Still away, afar
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