The Last Days Poem by Mark Normand

I'm so empty of dreams.
Without sexy young things.
It seems I've lost the desire
to chase beauty.
Inside my heart and my mind.
Across the days of my life.
A dark shadow now casts it's
light through me.
Tell me where is life's light?
The familiar beacon shining
bright?
That uses hope from my dreams
to guide me?
All of my senses have grown tired.
Old age has taken my desire.
And robbed me of the things a man
finds pleasing.
There are not many things today
I'm needing.
Now as an old man so weak,
There are but a few things I seek.
An easy chair for me to sit and
watch T.V.
And a warm bed for me to lay in
while I sleep.