The Inevitable

The arch of my back causes a maon, a sound that can be felt through each bone. what once was nothing but an afterthought, taking a seat, clutching a phone, now more and more feels like a chore. once so strong, once a boy, now bears the fragments of a lonely man. now forced to walk, when once i chose to ran. forgotten by others, whom once called me by name, abondoned by courage, replaced by shame. cracks and wrinkles are the scars of the disease onei can not fight. hands which once knew the touch of a woman, they surged with will and might. Once to naive to see a difference in love and lust. now like a carpenters tool, long since retires to rust. the years of life and love, left behind like the shadow we cast, longing for a chance to experience, all that has already passed.