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?