Irresistable

Wishes have wings strong and sturdy,
Crushes thoughts that fly unbridled.

Sixty-three years I counted my life,
Slippery sixty-three.  Now dreamy sixty four!

Dark clouds swayed to cover my face,
The blue sky never thought of the real.
Age nobody can resist.  Palpitation
An unending process to the grave.

Talents I had.  I was not recognized.
My conscience a fog of delusion.

Orarians try to view the faded face,
Wrinkles with flow of sweat is sad.

With the advent of time the cloud
covered my sharp memory, and
commanded me to be a poet.
Now I am a poet of forgetfulness!

I fathom the depth of the blue sky,
Moron like this old man stares.
Crushed life, melancholy thoughts,
And regret for living too long.