Old Soldier's Boarding Pass Poem by Tony Adah

Its been awhile
Old soldier
Entered into
The departure lounge
He married his wife
Bred his Children
All at this waiting point.
He stared at the glassware
Of which the doors and windows
Were made
Saw his balding hairline
Receding at same rate
His sagging cheeks
Were falling to his chest
And the deep pockets
Where his eyes sat.
His co waiters screened him
And taunted him
For his drib and drab achievements
He turned
His wrinkled neck
And sunken eyes
Three sixty degrees
Like an old owl
Waiting for games
He took
His boarding pass
And gave it a stern look
Wondering
When this deed
Will be done.