Turning of my head

Towards the shadow of my image,

With the swarm of activates around,

Following the ambling figure of age,

Into a time of polite impact,

The experience institute

The curl of my arch back,

And slower move to my feet.

Passing proud days here,

With the brace in my strength,

And the crop of style hair,

It was me, holding incredible youth.

Age introduce what I would miss,

The alert to some adventure,

Shared debate and cheeky kisses,

Advance my years premature.

Memories now stand majestic,

Quietly fading into impaired existence,

Free from the hustle others expect.

Yielding the tender fruits of patience,

Life did not diminish

The glorious flame of a perfect creation,

When the opportunity of age distinguish,

The traits we hold with honor and passion.

Time to listen, hear other voices floating,

In calmer breath of wind edging nearer,

Rumbling with thunder in air and spring,

The solace of winter chill with aging fare,

I endured the sun smiling on my youth,

Witnessing knowledge rolled into wisdom.

The flower of emblem vigor in firmer law pursuit,

No upper limit to aging phenomenon.

Missing the drive that I most need

I am losing myself and finding nothing.

To satisfy the derelict void aching inside,

Only the embrace of empty sinking feeling,

Holding on to pride, snatch from the fire.

Comfort mixing memory with pain and sorrow.

Lost in my home, my love, my endeavor,

Walking alone hiding from my own shadow,

Patience convincing me life is still good,

Far from the inevitable abandoning,

Lost inquisition the trust I fail to understood,

Even though I kept with the stride of trying,

I have lost count of too many beautiful days,

Those eyes will never see again.

I have lost myself in so many ways,

When losing hope trying to regain.

Spiritually, I am gaining but also losing myself,

Physically, I am a dwindling figure of complex.

Diagnosed by the fading flower of youth,

Wilting with the ebb and flow of sunset,

I am losing myself gracefully,

Finding the other person stored invisibly,

Lost forever what I had been given to me.

Life’s purpose and plan substantially.

Getting up in darkness going back to bed,

It feels like I am losing myself,

Consciously going strangely out of my head,

Falling on my feet with a garland of grief

Helpless the body comes to rest,

Nakedly dress, thinking about prolongs health,

Bordering on the pivotal edge of lest,

Insanity losing all acquired wealth