Age has you feel
The consequence,
Of thinned conceal
By a starved brush,
Upon your person
Wants but to instil
A sense of rush,
The while reward
Be to lay shades,
In wisdom’s colours
On its aging canvas
Begs innate candour... Thus so you knowLife lends redress,To shadowed greysOf life’s excesses, Will shape in partWhat age expresses...Hence of bold linesCarved so by time, Some even apropos Meant not unkind, To one’s tableaux That age defines, While time directsYou suffer decline, Yet holds respect For the art of aging, Alas be man’s eschatology!