For 18 till I die …

Just a collation of doddering senility and fuelling juvenility

Once the zephyr blew them (hair) hard
But now a maelstrom made it all aired
Once the ravings never stopped
And now a voice barely heard

But the senses are still vying
For 18 till I die …

Once the pride so boasting
But now the very presence beseeching
Once the night so stark
And now even sight off the mark

But the heart still thumping
For 18 till I die …

Once the tandoori chicken so palatable
But now the very smell impalpable
Once the sugar so yum
And now the cholesterol scum

But the blood still darting
For 18 till I die …

Once the cynosure of every chick
But now the company of solitary prick
Once the violent dalliance
And now the decrepit non chalance

But life is as we lived like yesterday
For 18 till I die …

Once the hopes ever rising
But now the very scope tantalizing
Once the mind all solicitous
And now the memory all nebulous

But the soul shall always be mortal
For 18 till I die …