The Twilight Years

This period in life everyone must pass

You have no choice, not even by chance

And like a tree sheds its frail yellow leaves

People care less for their elders, so it seems.

Some get tucked into senior living spaces

While others fret in silence but leave no traces

Masking their grief with a smile to brave it

They tend to live on, but in truth die in phases

You're caring, considering in your own little way

But end up being silly or annoying as they say

The days seem so long and the nights so grey

You'd rather be in solitude somewhere far away

Its no lack of respect or a conscious deflect

Just the way the world is, I think in retrospect

There's no one to blame although its a shame

At the end of your life, you may own just your name.