Getting Old

Dying doesn't bother me...getting old terrifies me

Grey sky
Wet nights
Roads reflect
In street lights
Cars pass
Tyres squelch
Doors slam
And drunkards belch
These are the things I see
These are the things I hear
Theses are the things that comfort me
Silence is the sound I fear

Seasons passing
Fashions change
Ageing rapidly
No escape
Getting older
Growing frail
Shakily walking
As eyesight fails
These are the things I fear
These things are my ghosts
If there's one thing I'm afraid of
I'm afraid of growing old

Reviews

[Nik Dendera]

Having been dead, there isn't anything to worry about! I guess its all the hype!

Nice piece. I'm not too bothered about growing old, just running out of time to do what I have to do. My great grandmother is still alive-and she's over 100 years old. She wishes she was dead. Seen enough, had enough.

A bit different from your usual kind of death and gore, but it was a good change!