Poem – Grown Old

My skin started to grow old,
Eyes go blind,
Heart goes weak,

My feelings died out,
All that is left of me,
Is it my legacy?

Is it the memory of me?
The future in front of me?
Or is it the mind that lives in me?

As I heard that sound,
The world was brought down,
As my thoughts drifted to you,

I remembered then,
When reaching for your hand,
What the world meant to you and me,

My skin grew old,
As I thought about you,
I couldn’t feel old,
I couldn’t feel anything anymore,
Just knew that you weren’t there no more.