I'M GETTING OLD

    I'm getting old. I feel it coming on. Not just in my body which is slowly breaking down and deteriorating. But I also feel it inside. I'm getting old. I feel it coming on.

    I'm getting old. I feel it coming on. Not just in my mind with loss of memory and forgetting of names. But I also feel it in my spirit. I'm getting old. I feel it coming on.

    I'm getting old. I feel it coming on. Not just in my reminiscing or longing for the good old days. But I feel it in my loss of hope. I'm getting old. I feel it coming on.

    I'm getting old. I feel it coming on. Not just in my lack of patience or love or desire for goodness. But I feel it in my heart. I'm getting old. I feel it coming on.

    I'm getting old. I feel it coming on. Not just in the graying of hair and obesity of weight. But I feel it in my being. I'm getting old. I feel it coming on.

    At what point in time do hope and despair and energy and fatigue blend and become one? At what point in time does compromising and being stagnant and cold become the standard of normalcy? At what point in time does promise become loss of opportunity? Faith becomes disillusionment. Trust becomes wariness.

I'm getting old. I feel it coming on.