We live in different continents, perhaps different worlds
I know you are only just a phone call away,
but it’s easier this way.
Child, my birthday’s are not meant to be celebrated anymore,
They mark the anniversary of one less year with you, for sure.
The day you see me old or have you already?
Please go steady.
Have the patience and understand,
for this is foreign land
I am losing myself,
No longer meant for the shelves.
I fumble, I drool
I am no longer cool!
I lose track of things,
my memory doesn’t keep pace
You know it stings,
I feel disgrace.
Allow me the lapse,
This too shall pass
At my age life is survived, not lived
Someday, you would understand.
