It Seems To Me As I Grow Old

It Seems To Me As I Grow Old

It seems to me as I grow old

That even though it is I do

What doesn’t let go of its hold

Is youth and its desire too.

So that I suffer even though 

I look at all around about,

For growing older as I grow

I also am on the way out.

For from a cradle to the grave

If there’s one seminal event

Which urges me to still behave

If any’s left that isn’t spent

One simply cannot look out on

Life’s miracles and fail to see

That all that comes is only gone

To draw out more about to be.