To You

What is it like to be [unclear: y]
who in my eyes grow
cold, reaentful and [unclear: d]
Age slanders youth, [unclear: t]
Stifles light, shrivels [unclear: s] skin to dried,
makes you blind today
yet able to see what [unclear: today]
I think that you must this world,
to it you devoted youth
I imagine that you [unclear: mate] those hands,
Old blue blighted [unclear: bu]
useless in life today.
Yet you don't wish [unclear: to]
that is what I cannot [unclear: stand]
because today I hate
the world, for leaving [unclear: so] old, cold,
decadent, almost [unclear: sed,] like a putrid
compost
in a place of timeless