Contemplating Old Age
I was waiting
In my car at
A red light
And I saw an
Old man walking
Very slowly with
A cain
Looking
Shriveled up
And white haired
And I
Imagined how his
Bones ache
And how he
Probably wishes he
Was younger
And
He isn’t getting
hot chicks
anymore
and myriad
other problems.
Twenty five
Years ago
He was where
I am
Now.
And I flashed
How one day that
Could be me,
And I’m
Still young
Enough to
Fuck
And
Run
And
Jump
But
I am slowly
Fading
Deteriorating
Descending
Into
Some future
Form
That will signify
I’m not
What I used to
Be
So it just hit
Me harder
Than ever
I have to
Enjoy all
This
while its
still
there to
savor.
Before i
look like him.