I long for strength as creeping age
Keeps signaling tomorrow’s way
Of changing scenes; the present stage
On which I consciously must play
Is yet alive, while I must strive
To memorize my lines today.

This poem deals with a person having two personalities and sometimes we don’t know who’s who.

As we keep aging, life’s terrain turns sparse, while sceneries that were once eye-catching, begin changing gradually. But we must continue to be up and doing whatever there is left to do, as we look ahead.