You see your windows to the outside world getting narrower and narrower as you grow old and cold, and what you do is sit and watch. Motivations come from life, kin and kith, but you just see a bad knee forbidding a walk. The sky seems vaster than before, that's when you realise you've never looked at it for years. It was a placid blue at 12, but why is it so grey now when iam 72? I've realised I lived my life happily, but now I see more happier things I've missed, you think. I didnt know. I didnt know. You cry silent in your cold bed. My eyes are wide open now. Now, when its time for them to shut.

When younger days have flown
And we are older grown,
We sit and muse -
We've got the blues.

Morning and night we fret,
And, cold or dry or wet.
In petulance pout -
We've got the gout.

We have accomplished naught,
Our fight was poorly fought -
Gee whiz,
The rheumatiz.
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RAGE; RAGE AGAINST THE DYING OF LIGHT.

TO THE LOVER OF CAM..

You were like a crystal flower.
Cut with precision and beauty.
A feast to the eye.
Illumination to mind.
Sharp enough to cut me.

You were like a crystal flower.
So vulnerable.
I didn’t want to break you.
Though you bled me.

I wished light sneek into you
Drink your virtue
And exit thousand times luminant
To travel long and far.

You were a beautiful crystal flower.
I wanted to retain you as you.
You with all your virtue.
I didn’t want to break you.

That is why I hide the truth
That I was long gone.

HALLOWED

I was a Satan.
But she called me a saint.
The villagers believed her.
I choked in the saintly guise.
One day I dreamt her bright damb eyes.
In my bed she slept like a goddess.
Next day my fangs fell.
Wind blew my horns off.
Morning in the river
My halo reflected.