These words that ring, within my head,
Are sometime only, filled with dread
Of not knowing what spews on to paper.
They may be solid or perhaps vapor,
So I write them down, and yet,
I will get, what I will get.
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.