Cast off, discarded,
Dead before we're gone.
Forgotten by our loved ones,
Our only begotten sons.
Ignored by our children,
Pushed toward the grave.
Forced into leaving a business,
Where we always gave,
Great contributions, for
All the world to see.
Now we become nothing,
Returning to the earth
As dust.
Tell me now, my friend,
Was it worth the living?

No one likes the uncertainty,
Of aging, sometimes not gracefully.
As we age, I must confess
Emotions can become a real mess.
What to do when this happens to you?
Persevere, keep going. That's what we do.

Life is tiring and that's for sure,
but we must push on and endure.
The beauty of words, I must sustain,
lest I be declared, completely insane.

My friend, I don't know about you
and I'm beginning to wonder about me.