YOU FICKLE FRIEND:

Oh what can I say about you, my old fickle friend?

You who comes quietly to visit us, towards the end,

You, who nips & tweaks old joints & tickles old fancies,

Then away with frivolity & time, disappears & dances.

 

Oh what can I do about you, my old fickle friend?

You, whom I see in the mirror, of our let´s pretend,

You who arrives, in deep ruts & wigged clad snow,

Then with iced fingers, beckons me, to follow & go.

 

Oh what can I say to you, my old fickle friend?

You, who to death, now forever, want us to send,

You, by any other name, is still merely called age,

Yet you, I still prefer to know, as gentle & wise sage.