Age Old

With old age The time has come To settle down the psyche The past seen in sharp relief With memories filling each day And routines kept to date Wishing never to forget Those special people in their lives Hours limp forward In a pace slowed Blurred with incapacity Intending to stay continent And make sense Of all current affairs The smallest task takes ages Whilst a younger generation Mark out their busy hours Taking for granted All their energy and actions Paying no account to the passing years Just hoping for a gentler future Rushing forward Until the lights go out