Old age Blues

 "Old Age Blues" Ann Harvey 2008.

What comfort in the mists of monday morning

Mundane and mellow in my mind's eye thinking

Softly on the thoughts of yesteryear when mists

Were cleared and as I feared not true, nor false

Not wise nor dumb, but only one small thought of love did come.

How love doth take our heart along a ride

So brightly, coloured rainbows moonbeams glide

Through mirrored passages of time that impress

And fill the void of life with all else but stress

Leaving a warm flow of blessed joy behind

Then all one's living has not been in vain

And memories come and go again, again

To hold our heads high, stop the sigh that comes

Of old age wrinkles, bumps and bruises numb

Aches and pains, to gives us joy's bright flame

To light the nights of greys and blues, the hues

That dull the spirit curb the brain, and you

Whose memory has ebbed away it cannot help

That you did love one day, its gone into oblivion

So now resign to calm and gentle nature's 'Endymion!'