Tripped in a ford albeit of a club
Grey beard fellow ,shriveled by time
Screamed and shrieked on nature’s
timely drub
For the days ahead it’s just a stime
Forlorn old man striving on the lane
Croesus wealth, inept to heal
Ephebe in past ,now life is a bane
In search of repose ,Croesus appeal
Algid waves greeted with a scowl
Effete cartilage shudders in fleece
Fastened life ,like a trapped fowl
With a glimpse she weeps , dear cantatrice
Crutches and staff inutile
to assist
A long known marathoner
Feeble to hold one morsel in a fist
O Delphic Apollo save the fellow
and arrest the
batterer
