OLD AGE
SONNET 104
When age creeps up and takes you by surprise,
And you notice signs on you now are found,
Movements may make a funny creaking sound,
Yet refuse to slow down, not being wise.
On bright early morning you wish to rise
But movements are restrictive you feel bound,
Remembering when you ran like a hound
And scenes much clearer to your shining eyes,
Although retirement is seen as a prize,
It means you are older, a thought profound.
To find the fountain of youth I’ve sent spies
To seek, so aging is not my demise.
But if we age with grace and decor,
What else can we ask of life, not much more.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 6 May 2006