The feet shuffle a bit now <br />And the hands tremble relentlessly <br />But the mind is still sharp <br />Tho' wanders off on it's own <br />Now and then <br /> <br />Before returning quickly <br />To where it left off… <br />Glasses are thicker, as is the waist <br />And It seems one's throat <br />Always needs clearing <br /> <br />Thoughts still focus on the present <br />And on the future, while dwelling <br />Disproportionately <br />In memories and melancholy <br />And conscience and reflection <br />Become a cape ‘neath <br />Which to hide<br /><br />David Whalen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-we-age-2/
