The Vultures

Old am I
Why won't the words come?
The tears that don't fall
But are keenly felt
The someone else's life
Full of love and laughter.
Old warrior keeping guard
This cold snowy night.
I have been born but lately
And already died once.
Does the second death
Really approach?
I was out here
Tilting at windmills
While the young folk
Stayed in with all their children.
To keep them warm,
I took the cold to my bones.
I have been in Hell's jails
And lived to tell the tale.
What have my eyes seen?
A thousand horrors
Beyond my conscious memory.
I left friends and family behind.
So my best beloveds and I
Because we are not alone
But we tread the lonely path
And walk the heights
Looking for the eagles and
The vultures.