Old and Gold

"I was a master of all, nothing stayed low
As I matured to enhance my life's glow;
Now, I have risen and risen and grown old
Final home-going is my way forward, I am told

Wrinkles are witness to my fight for resilence
My performance is low; all around me is just penance;
My ears are deaf, eyes are blue and hazy,
Voice is low, mouth toothless and I feel a lot lazy

I need support as I walk
A helper to explain as I talk
A pillow to keep straight my back
And, truly, home-going is what I lack

I have heard enough of old being gold
But old isn't always gold and gold is never old
Gold can be moulded new but old is never a younger bold
As my home-going is eminent, rest I need not be told!"

But a few words, unconciously said, of wisdom
From deep within an exhaustion
Lies a towering soft power of an advice
Divine to clarify Old is Gold as strong, forever, as an edifice!