Villanelle on Old 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.