When you are old and gray and full of sleep- <br />And the morning light breaks upon the hill- <br />Your weary bones creak with the havoc of arising- <br />Breaking the absolute of earlys morns still; <br /> <br />The stillness breaks the world awake- <br />As our gray fights to overcome infirmity- <br />Morning eggs stir yellow upon this stove of life- <br />And saves our sinews from utter calamity; <br /> <br />We move our sleepy bodies ever slowly- <br />Tired bones but awaiting the noontime sun- <br />Gray and old we manage our steps in frail paces- <br />As we do when day has finally begun; <br /> <br />A heaviness envelopes in late afternoon- <br />Four P.M. announces many a fragile yawn- <br />Heart beats struggle to flow the blood- <br />Congested from damage thats been done; <br /> <br />Dinner arrives with plates of health? <br />Struggling to make our nutrition right- <br />Preparing our gray bodies for ebons arrival- <br />Flannel nighties and long johns for the night; <br /> <br />The twilight and dusk permeate now- <br />As the sun sets over the hill in the west- <br />The old and the gray yawning eyes heavy lidded- <br />Prepare for a night of sleep and hopefully restoring rest;<br /><br />Theodora (Theo) Onken<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/golden-years-a-day-in-the-life-of-seniors/
