I go to work to keep sane,
The youth loathe me in my face.
Aloof, I display a character of experience,
Of Poise, of dignity and inflicted disgrace!
My mirror welcomes me home silently,
I caress my dry lips with my finger tips,
Forcefully feed myself some leftovers,
Hope for no more of storm that rips.
I end stroking the meow to get sleep,
She seeks comfort in my callousness,
I hear my husky echo back,
I then slumber back to muteness.
A glare on my face wakes me up,
I squint to see the sunrise,
Another day of me and myself,
A forlorn self, a living disguise!
She did say ‘a time would come
When you or I would be alone,
No one to ring our door bell
Or feed us love over phone’.
I smirk at the opaque wall,
Laden with gray pictures of us,
She stays young and elegant,
But I am renamed ‘an old cuss’
My forlorn surrounds bemuse me,
At an age when moon is near,
Murky, morose, miserable days,
A long dark night with no fear
My solitary self says dear friend,
Befriend me now or never,
Darkness tiptoes past sunset,
Loneliness abides with me forever!
Once a many time solitude cries
‘I am the bitter truth of a glorious life’