I am close to my prime as a man may be, but I feel age’s pull
I see my father becoming more and more surely, and fear it will happen to me.
I see my grandmother’s frailty and fear it will happen to me.
I see my mother’s worried brow and fear it will happen to me.
It already is. I see closing doors and wallow in thoughts of past mistakes
I wonder when I have become as old as I will, is this a dream from which I will wake