Curtain Call of Life

The ears are deafened and the hair is burnt black,
An explosion has achieved its fruition,
You're running from something, but don't dare to look back,
A soul on its own road to perdition.

The muscles and motivation are looming on weary,
The energy of your youth is all but spent,
Your eyes are singed from gazing upon nothing but dreary,
The armor you wear is battle-scarred and rent.

All thoughts and dreams are all filled with worry,
Your throat is parched and cotton-dry,
Ambling and hobbling thru the game of life with no hurry,
The complete lack of even moral strength forcing you to cry.

The fountain of your happiness refuses to run,
Every breath is heavy and shallow,
Your body and footsteps have been scorched by the sun,
Time rests upon your physique, but the psyche feels callow.

Lights have been extinguished upon the virile living stage,
A young talent planted so long ago has sprouted and grown,
The exterior now beaten and battered with age,
All the seeds of new existence are deep-buried and sown.