There will be silence when I'm dead,
with sanity gone away from my head.
Youth in me gives way to the old,
now a frail mind that was once so bold.
Fingers weak, once had a tight grip,
boasted of strength, it could rip.
Strong sinews of youth beyond measure,
now gone but was once a treasure.
Through stormy dreams youth sails,
struggles on but in old age fails.
What in youth once put a mark,
now in old age like doubts lurk.
Pride once throbbed in my chest,
will be no more but put to rest.
The old man in me will be put to flame,
I lived life my way with none to blame.
Prasenjit©1997-2012
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