The Golden Years

The Golden Years

Old age is a blessing

You are no longer here

Neither is responsibility

But you can not get away yet

There is more to life than that

I am alive because I have no choice

And I don’t remember what I did yesterday

Its nice in its own way.

I know nothing

Young no more

Difficult to accept it

Can not trust my own mind

Its worthless

But I survive without it

I  believe in life

And life is leading me

And life is leading me

My intelligence give up on me

Not to worry

Everything is new

Everyday.

Ocsarrac