The Old Man

I write this now

Under the sunshine bright skies
The shade of a cedar tree
casting a cooling shadow
over me
As pen touches paper

I remember
Nostalgia of past summers
A movie played in rewind
Full of colour and life
Romance and Soul
I've been there once

If only I could
Be a child again
Feel every blade of grass
Tickle my feet
As I run barefoot, full of energy
Until I stop and can run no more

But I am old
Every inch of grace
Stolen by time
My body defeated
As moving is difficult
An everyday chore

Yet my heart is the same
Young and free
Still being able to imagine
uncorrupted dreams
Away from the realities and hardships
People face each day

Maybe not all of us should live life my way
As who is to be the adult
If everyone are to be like children
But we should remember
Who we were before who we are
We were all young once

The sun is setting
Wind is dancing through the leaves
A soft waltz of dusk
My time is nearly over now
It is dark
The azan can be heard nearby
As beautiful as ever
Even through these ancient ears

Night is beautiful
Sequin stars glittering
On her beautiful black dress
The Moon is shining, grinning
I smile back
and take my last breath

By Arsyad Azrai