"The Apex" - Written 15/04/08

His white hair,
And stone grey skin,
Stare at their reflection
In the looking glass,
Reflecting upon their past sins,
Knowing that all this will pass.

The white hair will fade,
The skin will blotch and colour,
All of this will darken, afterward.

He clutches his right arm in his left,
Rubs the weak muscles,
And aching cramps.
His joints have always ached
From his work,
Though at least he can now relax.

The radio is turned on for a while,
Though what is said doesn't matter at all.
Just a voice in the background of his mind,
While he sits and thinks mostly of her.

She is lost to him now,
And he contemplates the gifts
That the passing of time have brought him.

In his weakest moments,
He daydreams;
Of her presence,
And of his lust for her.
Then, in the looking-glass,
He sees once again,
His white hair, his grey skin,
His cramped muscles.