No Time To Run

Getting old, It creeps up, it's here. It is fuzzy, warped, And unclear. . You cannot pinpoint The exact time. From young to old, When you cross that line. Things ache and throb In the morning dew. Things you want, taunt And tease you. I seem to be slower, And wiser Seed out the loser, scammer And the liar. Some things are not Worth the energy. If you mingle you, Have the remedy. I'm less tolerant; But have more empathy. Won't give up, have No use for sympathy. I know that looks Are secondary. Age shows you, They are temporary. I can enjoy the Younger generation. We can get along no Expectations. You cruise along until Your time is done. You walk now, No time to run. Turbo1904 ? .