Aging: the Golden Years

Aging, The Golden Years Life seems crueler as you age, Another chapter of a browning page. The golden years, the weakling bones, The aches and pains, the constant moans, The loneliness when the kids are grown, The adjustment of being on their own. When the busy years are suddenly gone, And the hurriedness before the dawn. Old routines quickly fade away, And a blur is created between the days. The hustle and bustle is replaced with time, While things-to-do are hard to find. Worn shoes sit on an attic floor, Beside boxed up pictures by the door. A dress coat and an old striped tie, Has found a permanent place to lie. Time has moved on faster then the mind, Leaving a life that isn’t always kind. What was new is now old, what was old is now gone, As we struggle to keep carrying on.