When growing old it’s all the same;
the dreams, the hope, the pain.
Each day locked in steadfast
conformity.
To what end, I cannot see.
For what do you dream;
a new place,
a new path,
a new partner?
For what do you hope;
a peace transcendent,
a re-birth of common sense,
a world without tears?
And what causes your pain;
the ache inside your head,
a day without purpose,
a life… deferred?
But through it all remember this;
Aging, though not welcome,
is a life… preferred!