Story Of Old Age Poem by mazHur Butt

What good is long life?
Nothing but end of all strife
living on dole dragging life.
Disease, medication, sickness
Isolation from work and family
nothing to do but wait
wait until the sun rises and sun sets
idling out time in futile pursuits
every day the same
every night the same
No new moon augurs pleasure
that was one-time treasure
Leisure has nothing to give
nor rusted mind has nothing to gain
pain and suffering quietly
flesh loosened at the bones
bones that crackled
breath gone heavy
tiresome even in thin air
old age is all winter
a long long winter for older age
reflex gone weak
heart turned meek
brain no more brainy as 'twas
countenance jittery
tongue erratic
legs shaking
zest for rose buds gone
energy lost for making
roses bloom!
Most friends gone
or lost for good
Nothing new mattered
Old age is Old clutter
Of human flesh and finds
Old age only cherishes thought
of the past and weeps
with rivulet of tears
unseen, within the heart
which other can seldom feel
spirituality shoots up
Buddha or Rumi impresses
or nothing hits the mind
the darned mind
and as Old age proceeds
Like cancer cells
the nearer it approaches Death
and finally gets eternally lost in oblivion!