The Man in the Moon: Anthology of Poems by Sam Cullingworth - HTML preview

Attitude to decrepitude

When we are young, we

take it for granted. A seemingly

inexhaustible supply of years,

coupled with a sense of

invulnerability.

Old age takes that away from us.

Each day lived successfully, an

incredible gift.

"There's always tomorrow. "

I hear you say.

"What about yesterday?"

I riposte. The older we get,

that's all we have. A shaky

memory of what was,

what we were.

I  don't  want  what  we  will  be ,

anymore. All that's left is

the inevitable dirtnap, getting

planted. And as we accelerate

into old age, I mourn

The passing minutes, many perceived

wasted. Here, there , and everywhere,

soon I will pass through every part of

the universe, supernova reincarnate.

We will never die.