I am Old

I wear my skin like a russian coat, my body taut

And swaddled

No wisdom with age, only silence, silence caught on the stitch

Of a needle

Though experience gnaws, I am able, to feel uselessly used

And disabled

I am old, I am old, sunken eyes tired, aged

Sightless

Throbbing pains flower over my body, slowly blooming

Softly falling

Though I'm ancient, though I've dreamt a thousand dreams

I'm only waking

To the rest of the world, to it's ambitions

Roughly shaken