Now old age teases my nerves
and my lovely lady prods at me
why don’t you go to bed and sleep
but I have lost my pillow
and I do not recognize my bed.

Now old age compiles thoughts
and I play with my thin-set archives
remember when I was young
but not too old to keep an eye
on damsels batting for me.

Now old age slowly brings me
to final chapters of this good book
this I have read with no regrets
I wish I could return where I was half way
but greed has no place for satisfaction.