Age swallows up time as the grave passing as the traveler’s shadow hours days months and years pour into the hour- glass
Evaporating as the morning mist, swift as the eagle flying into sunset
Gaping hole in the mouth, opaque eyesight, feeble steps, myriads of ideas, an army of thoughts stillborn dreams aborted visions signposts of a closing scene
In the winter of life reminiscing through vivid theatres of yesteryears squandered opportunities avoided risk but dotting on the triumphs, rehearsing the highlights
The euphoria of laurels pale, garlands of glory sullen in the day of departure
Assortment of merchandise vain in the twilight of double vision
At sunset men grope for meaning now wiser by half
