Don't go willingly into the fading of the light.

Rage against the dying of the light.
Ignore the aches and creaks of bones.
Look out into each new day,
As if newly minted and full of possibility.
Reflect only on the lessons,
That past hardships have taught you.
And offer the knowledge of your experience.
Wear your wounds and scars like badges of honour.
Seek the companionship of those,
Who eagerly embrace the wonders,
Saved for us who still live.

Learning to play the Piano

Fingers are not supple, coordinated,
Or so easily contorted,
To match the vital positions,
Required to play each key.
Nor can they change from one chord shape,
To another with such ease.
Individual digits rise in unison with their neighbours,
When you would like them to stay in their place.
They can lag when doing runs of scales.
And make the pace of endeavor slower than your mind can endure.
But having said this,
The lovely tinkling sounds,
Of a piano played tunefully,
Soothe and calm the mind.
The beauty and emotion,
Conveyed in the chords,
Sublime.
These would not be appreciated,
By those more youthful.
It is these things that,
Keep you interested and even longing to practice.
When you are a more 'mature' student of the piano 

Age slowly creeps

Yes it was last year
I remember
I could still do all those yoga asanas
The plough
My tummy flesh did not sag like this
Salute to the sun
My back won't bend as it did
Age slowly creeps
First of January
I resolve
To not rush to greet it.