Growing Old

by

Robert Cameron Hazelton

Mother help me please
Stop the spread of this disease
That grabs hold of my soul
With fingers rough and cold.

Forced to face the tarnished masks
Of ridicule and blame,
Lost within my shame,
I'm a second string player
In this high stakes, insane game.

It's the hard man-made mirror
That tells a tale of pain,
Of unexpected gain,
Of the gray and wrinkled image
That the future must contain.

Oh, I feel so old.

I feel I've lost my mind,
It seems life is so unkind,
For every corner that I turn
I wind up getting burned.

To reach the stars, I try so hard,
Through tears it's tough to see,
There is no remedy.
All my life I'll suffer failure
Doubt, and misery.

It costs so much
To grab for something
That they say is free,
I think I'll leave it be,
And try to deal with growing old

Gracefully...

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