Old men's Dirge

Just a moment ago,

I had a game, a name, and fame

My star was rising, glistering and shining,

Like the moonlight in the heart of the night

Now it is waning, fading and dying

Just a moment ago,

I was prudent, young, and innocent

My life was pure, whole, and secure

I was witty, healthy, and pretty

Now am tarnished, tainted and ravished

                                                                                           

Just a moment ago,

I had it all, huge and small

I was vibrant, strong, and exuberant

A legend to be told, in the cold by the old

Now empty-handed, I’ve nothing at all

Just a moment ago,

I had a vision, a purpose, and a mission

I was articulate, perfect, and accurate

I had made a sacrifice and won a price

I lost my treasure in a moment of pleasure

Just a moment ago,

I was optimistic, energetic, and dynamic

I was enthusiastic, ecstatic, and eclectic

I was iconic, fantastic, and terrific

Now I am static, eccentric, and horrific

Just a moment ago,

I was honored, admired and cheered

I was loved, revered, and adored

As the epitome of success, fitness and fineness

Now am debauched, abhorred and jeered

Oh, what a loss,

So large and gross

I wish I were young again,

To relive my youth-

I would freeze the moment

To avoid this old-age torment
  Copyright 2011 | MyReflections | Boneace Chagara

High-heel Highness

My stubborn heart rebels

And takes off to nowhere,

O'er a wave of mixed emotions;

A cocktail of love and lust

Tiny bits of sweat form and soak

My forehead, palms, and armpits 

I’m restless. Anxious.

My dream date arrives,

Clad in pomp and glam

And her celestial figure, which

Adorned with pearls and poise,

Beautifully graces the doorway

Makes for an exquisite cuisine,

A blend of curves and edges,

Beckoning, inciting my hormones

She, nothing short of a rose

And a glistening jewel

Is the reigning queen

In her 'high-heel-highness'

Young men's Plea

Look at the man I am now.

Bartered.

Broken.

Bruised.

Bitter.

A weathered young man.

A leader of tomorrow.

 Look at my state.

Critical.

Terminal.

Urgent.

Dire.

A terminal patient.

Clinging on a soul,

All for nothing.

If I should die tomorrow,

I may as well die today.

What is life without a course?

I plead guilty to these—

Neglect.
Abandonment.
Discouragement.

And disillusionment.

I am deaf and dumb.

I am tongue-tied.

My eyes,

Once a clear vision,

Have been gorged out.

I am a blind beggar.

Blind to aides and their aid.

My end is nigh,

Darkness is my companion,

Sorrow is my confidant,

And loneliness is my comfort.

Yet there shall be a flicker,

At the end of the tunnel?

Of what benefit will it be to my wreathed soul?

Shame on life and glory to death,

Only in death shall I find my rest.