Color Disappears

I’ve grown tired, I’ve gone blind
Lost the feeling, lost my mind
Age has got me in a stranglehold
Senseless rantings of a man too old

Life flashing before my eyes
Love, loss, regrets, and lies
Body too frail, can hardly move
But my restless soul I’ll never soothe

Wrinkled skin, arthritis
In my younger days, I could have fought this
It creeps up on you, you never see it coming
But doesn’t it make me look so wise and becoming?

Way too far over the lonely hill
Everyone’s gone, but I’m here still
Some call them the golden years
But all the color disappears

When the sun sets, I wonder if it’ll rise
Ever again for me; if not, I wouldn’t be surprised
Too old for this world, it’s all passed me by
So I take a bow, and close my eyes