I've arrived at this Age

The inevitable stage of conclusion

The end

Of the seasons of my Life.

Both the Devil and God hold me

In the palm of their hands

As if they were both weighing me

Hesitant about what to do with me

With my Soul

I've begun the seasons of my Life

Naked, with clenched fists, wrinkled skin

Toothless, hairless, helpless

Crying aloud

With no hopes yet to warm my Soul

I've arrived at this Age

In a somewhat different way

Naked, with clenched fists, wrinkled skin

Toothless, hairless, helpless

Crying aloud

For what could have been and was not

Plus, pains

Pains that only old Age brings

With no hopes left to warm my Soul

What lies on my path

Scattered here and there, like pebbles

My dreams lie

Left there to feed other suns, other moons

Other pilgrims.

I've arrived at this Age.

Alone

This blank page here is proof of my solitude

The only shoulder left for me to cry on.

What I had left on my path

It doesn't matter now

I've nobody to forget, nothing to give

Nothing to ask, nobody to forgive.

Summing up

I've arrived at this Age

With no hate

Yet, with little love left as a reserve

To help me navigate through the infinite darkness.

 I've arrived at this Age

Neither happy nor sad

So, serene, I can go

At peace with myself.