October 7, 2014

State of Mind


I used to think
being old was 
just a state of mind,
so far removed from me. 
But my neighbors
disappear at night, 
are gone by break of day,  
going somewhere 
I can't see.

The youth once trapped
inside my skin
cannot be found;
he's escaped,
and now is free.
When I look
into my face,
there is no trace of him.
The stranger inside
has changed the locks,
and will not let me in.