OLD AGE

Old age is golden, or so I’ve been told,

more time for pleasure once you grow old.

You retire from the “rut life,” no more working each day;

you can do what you want to and have life your way.

Well, that is all just delusion.  It’s really not so

and you’ll see what I mean the older you grow.

When I was younger I had lots of dreams

about the places I’d go, the wonders I’d see,

the friends I would share with, times with my family,

I looked forward to old age, days filled with happy

times, times making new, sweet memories

but as it’s turned out, that’s not going to be.

I’d spend my days relaxing, I’d garden a bit

and when I grew tired I’d find a good book and sit.

I’d have more time to enjoy my family and friends,

enjoy my golden days until my days end.

I’d go to the beaches, I’d walk in the woods,

live each day to the fullest and life would be good.

I’d share with my grandchildren, tell them the stories

of past generations, of their history

and I always dreamed we’d be a close family…

But life doesn’t happen always as we plan

times sure have changed, but I understand.

I once dreamed of adventures when from work I was free,

such great times I would share, but that was not meant to be.

I’d go hiking on mountains, camp beside a lake,

I’d travel the Country and see every State.

When I was younger I could hardly wait

for my golden years, oh life would be great.

It’s all an illusion.  It’s really not so.

Life is not what I hoped for the older I grow.

I’ve lost my vim and vigor.  I have pain in my knees.

I’m losing my hearing and there’s a lot I don’t see.

My mind sometimes fails me in the middle of thought

and most of my hope for has turned into not.

I live on a fixed income.  My finances are tight

and I’m mostly alone both day and night.