OBLIVION
©1996 by Harlequeen

Accelerating towards oblivion.
Lines, once evidence of laughter,
Deepen.  Mixed colours in my hair
No longer the design of dyes,
But much more permanent a plan.
Spectacles hold the prime position
As first things on, last things off.
Arms length being too far these days.
Muscles moan and creak at thoughts
Of gentle exercise, tennis matches
Relegated to just one set.
But age has its compensations.

Any minute now I'll think of one.