an uncertainty in silver

I grow old now
in the ways that a man must grow old
the aching of the spine
the weakening of the eyes
and the slow down
that happens in the morning
and happens again in the night

it is harder to stand up as tall as I was
once upon my prime as a youth
who’d have thought this could happen
to a man with the world to set right
and a million and one tasks to do
before tea every day

between one rub of the eyes
and the next
there were glasses to read with
and slightly less hair
though slightly more silver
an encroaching bewilderment
at the young of today
and a certain sure knowledge
that the world is too strange
to endure


© Frank Prem, 2014

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