Old age

On the mirror which is a measure of age
Man finds a strain of life, in decay
Silver highlights and wrinkle cracks
Muscle-bulked chambers and plaque-cramped lobes
Age after all is the unconquerable
The one event undomesticated by thought
And empirical deed

And when man retreats
Back to his spoon-fed diaper age
His still impulsive heart will glance
Through a memory chasm
To see a snapshot
Of the glory of summer

And in that fondness
Call it nostalgia or sentimentality
He will find the music for his final dance
And when the beat arrests
So does the passage of pneuma
As the pendulum of life
Embraces her stillness

And the soul is the only survivor.


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meandererworld (Dilantha Gunawardana)

Dr Dilantha Gunawardana is a molecular biologist, who graduated from the University of Melbourne. He moonlights as a poet. Dilantha wrote his first poem at the ripe age of 32 and now has more than 1700 poems on his blog. His poems have been accepted/published in Forage, Kitaab, Eastlit, American Journal of Poetry and Ravens Perch, among others. He was also awarded the prize for "The emerging writer of the year - 2016" in the Godage National Literary Awards, Sri Lanka for his first collection of poems (Kite Dreams – A Sarasavi Publication), while being shortlisted for the poetry prize. Dilantha is a dual citizen of Sri Lanka and Australia, and shares his experiences from two different cultures. He blogs at - https://meandererworld.

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