On losing weight: A poem

I am losing weight like sand in an hourglass

Like water leaking out of fractured brass

The decayed fruit that loses mass

Like falling petals in a vase

I am growing old before my time

The desert widens, the oasis declines

What hope for the dark and gloomy plain

when the moon is always on the wane?

But as I shudder at myself in the mirror

I tell myself that I’m still a warrior

That floodgates of wisdom will open the reservoir

And all through the night will sing the ageless boys’ choir

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms. View more posts