Hourglasses turn and pour time.
Age is the enemy…
When teeth are no longer set in gum
And bone grits beneath skin brittle
when tongues are tied in constant riddle
And faded minds have no where to run
Why live and tide the centuries?
Give them youth in squalor I say
Better than senescence in paradise
When beauty is all but lost on them
And each blink having to be blinked twice.
For victory is sour.
It rots the teeth and turns spittle black.
‘Til all we are is oozing.