In Old Age I Cry More Easily

In old age I cry more easily Is it the accumulated grief For so many I knew and loved No longer here? And with this the thought that I soon will no longer be here? Or is it simply at the thought of so much sadness and pain in the world? And the witnessing of this pain? I cry more easily I try not to I hold myself But then some overwhelming sense of grief Whose source I do not always know comes And I cry and cry As if there never will be an end to this grief And this grief the very essence and meaning of my being.