Your swift glances at the cane
Suggest a detail of curiosity
And a hint of generosity
That you often try to feign
You're old and slowly growing insane

Gray hair and aches that deter
As you stumble up the stairs
Often wondering if it's ever fair
How your life passed as a blur
Weighing consequences that never were

Children married and passed away
Grandchildren pay no mind
There are no family ties that bind
The relations that have already decayed
All this leaves you with nothing to say

You're decaying
You're dying
You're growing
You're relying

...On someone who's not there.