Old Age, Why, Why? Poem by Hebert Logerie

Old age, the passing of time! Why, why?
Why did you have to come?
Who invited you under the dome?
Why are you rushing to say good bye?

Spring was here yesterday, and then summer came hastily.
The lilies were divinely beautiful, but lasted a few days.
The crickets were hiding deep in the grass. They were noisy
Like the hyperactive children who were following their craze.

Old age, you are as fast as the speed of sound.
The once exquisite beauty queen looks today
Like the stumped fallen leaves after foreplay.

You set the tempo and the tone, so you can mess around
With all mortal creatures. You make life very short,
And you turn spoiled brats into old rags without effort.