Elegy of the elderly

The life of an elderly person
Is merely a simpler version
They move slowly and tinker
Sometimes giving a wink
Their enterage their aid
Yet no longer heavily paid
A path for them was laid
And with time it decayed
They sit in one place
Grounded in white lace
Looking at the sky
Forgetting its time to die
They see their youthful family
In all its residual energy
And sometimes they leave their body
Until you visit and they come back to thee.