Transient

Wool white beards
And leathery faces
Claw like fingers waking
Weak watery eye bags
Loneliness whispers silence

Senile smiles and
Un-wandering stares
Minds miles lost in the past
This waning grip like
Youthfulness won’t last

I watch these homeless oldies
A chill crawl my soul
And I know
This race I run
This face I love
This grace too in time will be gone

2009©J.Ifeme

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