A picture inspired this and I blurted it out

Now, as I grow old,

my body revolts.

See, how my skin

has hardened.

I wonder , if it shall

fall off like flakes.

How, I wish,

I were a snake..

I could have grown

a new skin then,

discarding off the old one.

Pity, it is… I have to live

with this bloodless,

wrinkled skin,

that emits  a stench of

dullness and  deathly pallor.

This was the same skin,

that I had once flaunted off

with flair,

people envied my white membrane.

Now, it is more like a rotten peel.

Look at my hair,

now a handful of

whitish strands

appearing like

an untidy cottony fluff.

It was once thick, rich and flaxen.

My eyes, have now lost their glimmer,

the bold glimmer of self belief.

Now, they  speak of my haggardness,

my regrets and my enduring failures.

Youth is diminutive,

it’s a phase that fleets

within years.

Senility takes over

leaving ghost memories of the youth

hovering around.

Here, I have this  

bowl of Elixir

that shall guarantee me

an evergreen afterlife.

I know, this poisonous concoction,

however, distasteful , it might be now,

shall grant me the boon of “timeless youth”

for I know that the soul never dies, nor it wears off…

Thus, it has no chance to grow old…