old – Dark hands

OLD AGE PASSING BY

I look at my parents,

suddenly i feel old,

i realize i am not a boy anymore, but a man,

my face full of beards,

my belly full of drinks they used to say were bad,

i look at them and see change,

change that i wish was only a pretense,

but their skins are getting old,

and their sense of humor making more sense,

how time flies,

how ‘young’ dies,

how regrets fade because of a mistake,

when maturity sleeps, responsibilities wake,

so old age knocks, and your wrinkled skin opens,

and you have no choice but to give it a stool for it to feel home,

now you sit and your children look at you and realize they are not children anymore.

When my legs can’t hold my body,

when my memory disappears without notice,

when my black armpit hair turns grey,

when my teeth can’t handle a piece a meat,

when my head can no longer hold my wisdom,

when loneliness becomes my best friend,

when my eyes see nothing but only death at a distance,

when my future looses it’s voice but my present shouts loud,

when my bones are tired from all the years of running,

when my skin forms trenches of life which brands me ‘old’,

when my heart loves no more.

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