The Cane Poem by jackilton peachum

THE CANE

Old Age is the arrive of winter in the bone,
Settling in of a cold gust in the heart.
An old man leans upon a cane
-- incapacity, a cancer in the soul waits in the wings
-- but not long the waiting:
sudden urine attacks, knees failing,
- loss of hearing, dimming vision, neuropathy in fingers--
And Death, a nosy neighbor, who's always watching,
whistles outside the house or comes up the drive smiling.