Old Age

 

Time settles thick
On pale yellow bones
I peeped a queer look
Down the marrow lane
Filing the tint
Surface rugged

Removed the covering
With my tender hands
To orb my look
In frozen moments

No more caressing
The strength bear, now.
You grown old of age
Left me to crawl
Thy tomb!

No moments beat time
As it beats
My palpitation, now!
Time settles thick
On pale yellow bones.

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