Where Did the Time Go

And suddenly, 50 was here, all the music got louder, all the drivers for younger. My hair was on a farewell tour, visiting the sink and the shower more than my head. The kids got older, some didn't grow up, but they were older, and living on their own, visiting when lives allowed. Then 60 snuck in the back door, kids had kids and the house was louder, the cars were smaller, driving themselves, and I lived in a neighborhood populated by dumped wives, all gossipy and lonely. Their husbands gone to younger women, or to the grave too soon, who knew, I didn't care to listen. 70 turned the corner and caught me across the puss with a backhand when I looked in the mirror and saw an older person looking back. Everything got louder with my new hearing aids, driving became harder, too much going on. I stay home more often, alone, reading the obits to find friends I had lost and I wonder, who will miss ME when I go?