Antique

(This poem is written in the villanelle form. The word villanelle derives from the Italian villanella, referring to a rustic song or dance. The villanelle is a nineteen-line poetic form consisting of five tercets followed by a quatrain.)

The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak
This old age
Can make a proud man meek
 
Oh what havoc does time wreak
It’s an outrage
The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak
 
As the years pass your prospects seem bleak
The war you must wage
Can make a proud man meek
 
Your mind, not your body, is at its peak
At this new stage
The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak
 
It limits the pleasures you can seek
Old age’s rampage
Can make a proud man meek
 
The trick is to apply your mind’s mystique
To break free from old age’s cage
Your bones might shake, rattle and creak
But about your wisdom there is nothing antique