as we grow old
our bodies will ache
sunlight will scar our skin
out rusted bones will yearn to be oiled
cracked hearts preparing for another coat of pavement
ready for the next car to come along
or derailed train
whichever decides it wants to travel there most
our minds will mature and we will search for another place to fit in
to feel like our words have meaning
like our feelings could make another feel
our passions will be torches we want to pass along
allowing the next person run with the things we care about most
entrusting them to not let all of your essence extinguish