My Golden Age
Much like the setting sun
Whose golden rays to us all enfold
I enter the promised land of gold
To live all the fun.
It’s golden age I’m told
My teeth and I sleep not together
And my eyes lay bedside like my father
Like many who become old.
Then my head may spin
My voice shaky and my limbs weak
I am wrinkled and faster is my heartbeat
It’s the shape I am in.
But some may be fine
Though I limp and fight blood sugar
And breathe with a wheeze and grow feebler
And my sun may not shine.
In my boyhood joys I recall
Though hopes and dreams stole my sleep
Love had a meaning for ever to be
With family and friends and all.
The past lies in the present
Like birth, one must prepare the end
The methods that those above send
But why life cannot be reset?
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