Aging

The hidden horror of watching the world grow younger

With each passing year my life grows ever longer

And yet the feeling I have isn’t of getting stronger but

Weaker. More feeble and emotionally beaten, even physically

Mistreated by the person that I trusted with my passions and

My dreams when I was living in the moment.

But one melts into the next and unexpectedly anxiety arose

In me when I realized that that all my fun had cost a lot of time

And brought me none of the success I dreamed my passions

Could create. The wealth would simply generate. Just later on and passively

No need to focus on that now. And now the times are all long gone

And here we stand, Both him and me,

The silly failure me,

The disappointment me.

With nothing much to show for many years well spent alive

The past apologizes to the present while the future waits alone to die.