Entropy

The older I get 
The weaker and slower
And more tired I get
(with, from, of)
And the less I care
(about, for, to).

When I was younger 
I guess I saw this coming,
At least I saw it in old people,
But I never thought it would happen to me.

Now here it is
And I don’t really care.

I suppose it’s a natural process of entropy,
But I’m not sure I want to assign myself 
Completely to the confines 
Of a thermodynamic system,
Yet it may be just as simple as that.

But then again
The older I get
The easier it gets 
To see that I am not
Just this body.

Sure, this body means a lot
And takes a lot of attention
But it is still,
As worn and tired as it may be,
Just my current vehicle.

Sooner or later 
I’ll be needing a new one,
But I’m in no rush,
I still care enough 
About, for, to this one.

(10/31/24)
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Rodgers Avatar
November 1, 2024 at 7:24 AM
Hello James. Well expressed, and I feel that way as my age slowly creeps up on me. No matter how weak I get, I just pray I keep my mental faculties alive and well. Well Inked! Autumn Blessings, My Friend, Daniel
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November 1, 2024 at 9:57 AM
You are right, James. Losing any of our senses can be challenging and perhaps depressing. I love to read and I love to listen, and I know both have changed once I reach a certain age.
Moore Avatar
November 1, 2024 at 8:50 AM
Happy autumn to you as well Daniel! Thanks for the note. I suppose if the lack of caring keeps pace with the lack of shape/vigor it won’t matter if we mentally decline! Haha
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November 1, 2024 at 8:50 AM
Until then what I wonder about is what losing one’s eyesight would be like - unable to read, and enjoy the views that at this point in life increasingly make it worth living. Yet I know even that would be just another challenge I never realized was on my bucket list! Cheers
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