Gracefully Forbidden

My idea of when old age hits...

Under wraps of 50 years past
A soul awaits a love at last
A bonding of souls never fear
Giving compromise so sincere

Alas tho, my thoughts a dream
Nothing more left, it may seem
No one knocks at the door for me
Nothing left from what I see

Tired, alone and lost in space
Created separation I must face
To sit alone, house is ice cold
Waiting for death when I am old.

Reviews

[Rose Jaeger Kaneki]

beautiful, amazing, the only words i can use to describe what i think of this poem