Villanelle to Age

Now that I’m old and white,

not salt and pepper grey,

I’m in a tiresome plight.

There’s nothing left in sight

that doesn’t court decay,

now that I’m old and white.

Can’t always stay upright,

keep creaking age at bay.

I’m in a tiresome plight.

Haven’t strength to fight,

or venture out to play,

now that I’m old and white.

I still know wrong from right,

distinguish night from day,

though in this tiresome plight.

I haven’t lost the might

and main to have my say,

though old completely white,

and in this tiresome plight.