Old Age; Blessing Or Curse Poem by Nana Sampson

stuck at this transcend of time
as i revisit the days of my prime
stirring deep within memories
somewhere around my twenties
there are things i would still love to revisit
if and only if time would permit
it's really been long
oh! dear it never felt wrong
when we used to dance to Paapa Nyankson's song
i used to smile at myself in the mirror
today, i do same with horror
life is short and so simple
my grandchildren don't believe i once had a dimple
that period we call old age
leaves you nothing for you to salvage
your bones can no longer carry
your strength will always be weary
old age, a blessing or a curse?
to hell, who even cares?