Of Times To Come

Of times to come How sad it feels to see age struggle past, It shuffles, slowly pained by aches unknown Reminding me that soon the time must come When youth has from this vibrant body flown. Already time has taken yet its toll Through years of toil in search of happiness, But watching now I wonder would they share My inner fears, or simply not care less? Perhaps I'm wrong in what I think I see Of thoughts that come from clouded, vacant eyes, Contentment with the life that hobbles by Would fill my heart with joy and sweet surprise. Yet still I fear the future may just be, A body slowly losing what was me.