Discombobulated
Old age can be a lonely time for some;
friends fade to acquaintances; slip away.
Though life's achievements bolster your resume;
they've stagnated and morphed into humdrum.
The cult of the internet's left you numb;
morals decay when hate's a stowaway.
And as your future gets bleaker each day,
you're left discombobulated, and glum.
Children have lost the enjoyment of youth,
comparing friends to likes: they interface.
Love's still spontaneous; but unlike hate,
it's an elusive, transitory truth.
Hypocrisy and lies are commonplace;
and death becomes a less frightening fate.
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