Attitude to decrepitude
When we are young, we
take it for granted. A seemingly
inexhaustible supply of years,
coupled with a sense of
invulnerability.
Old age takes that away from us.
Each day lived successfully, an
incredible gift.
"There's always tomorrow. "
I hear you say.
"What about yesterday?"
I riposte. The older we get,
that's all we have. A shaky
memory of what was,
what we were.
I don't want what we will be ,
anymore. All that's left is
the inevitable dirtnap, getting
planted. And as we accelerate
into old age, I mourn
The passing minutes, many perceived
wasted. Here, there , and everywhere,
soon I will pass through every part of
the universe, supernova reincarnate.
We will never die.