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Old
I once, selfishly considered growing older
to be about me!
I’ve come to realize it is about those around you,
suffering the same fate.
Fading, crumbling, battling time with futility,
say what you need to before it’s too late!
Both parents gone just in their sixties,
a beautiful sister also at only Fifty-two!
Wasting away, a mere shadow of their former selves,
and yet there was not a thing I could do!
Baring tragedy, if nature takes it’s course,
I will be the last of my immediate family still on this earth!
Depression fills me as these thoughts
kick around my weary brain.
The inevitability of death,
like water circling a drain!
Trying to find meaning,
but that’s useless, of course!
Just moving on, plodding on,
yet full of remorse.
To dwell is folly, of that I am sure,
but even that can not be helped as I ponder is there more?
Are they watching from above as many would have me believe,
or is this false hope, just meant to deceive?
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