Old age is greedy, hungry
it eats, tears away one shred
of dignity after another.
Old age begins inside where
the demolition of cells, molecules
can’t be seen until it has its hold.
Old age appears as sags, creases
that travel across faces, then bodies
until not one appendage is left unscathed.
Old age reaches, grabs its prey
all the while, the victim denies it’s
existence, claims it’s a state of mind.
Old age extinguishes light from eyes,
sallows the hanging skin, covers
each inch like crepe paper, wet.
Old age is a black beast, feral
that can only be conquered by
discovering the gifts it conceals.
Judy E. Roney