About Growing Old

Do not be sad I was one of the few born lucky I guess grace now freely released begins to leave me. Reaching out to grab some one being now slow they are moving like stars beyond my reach. There are more days now than back then where I am more afraid. Owning nothing none of my affairs how ever small are in order. Having given more than I ever received such things are remembered more by others. Having never given enough it is by such people rarely thought of. The things that I dream still mostly come true people dying never things that are good precognition doesn't work that way. My parent's and theirs all had good shots of living living their lives chasing the American dream if but by a little it out of reach. And still I don't know when one good man dies is he replaced by a girl maybe a boy or is one born to a mother that has to be good or like most of the other's their life a waste. Having loved once being crazy in love I once was there are and still were so many sad people that never knew love before they got old and forgot by none other to be remembered.