Old Age

"Now what I want is, Facts." – Charles Dickens


Old age

After all it is winter

Temperature drops

The woods splinter

Misplacing props

Reflecting warm times

Regressing to sops

Alone in the cold

Family too busy

Many dreams sold

Dreams in a tizzy

Aches and pains

Foreign and dizzy

Foolish  gains

Never to be

Ice cold reigns

None for thee

All gone hinter

Shift to lee

After all it is winter