Fading

When I was young,

Love, was in abundance,

Resources limited.

I made memories,

But learned to live frugally.

Then, I got married,

With dreams in my eyes,

A new journey started.

There was love, but,

Resources limited.

Responsibilities, siblings, progeny,

I gave what I had,

Sometimes, more than I had.

I gave myself.

Now I am aging,

I have no dreams,

No desires either.

Energies draining,

Memory fading.

But, resources abundant,

O mighty Universe,

We don't get what we desire.

You hold my hand in need,

The only thing I now aspire.