Eyes see a wilting face

Not its ageless grace

Only the heart can know

If its faithful beat isn’t let go

A dreaded time stamp

Age, it’s dark and damp

In heavy thoughts, we sink

Sipping time’s last drink

Age plays nasty games

It wounds and maims

Old sinews and joints

Become pain points

An ageless glow

We can easily borrow

From the heart’s contact

When love isn’t an artifact