Oh how the mighty and wise can fall,
No longer content with their future at all.

"Sure whats the point?" they may ask of us,
"I've lived my life now stop casuing a fuss."

"Leave me be,
I don't want you to see.
I'm in a bad way,
It's just not my day."

We love them and so we try to make them feel okay,
Want them to stay and share another day,
But they don't want to take up our time,
Thinking this is a most selfish crime.

We try to keep them occupied
Stop their thoughts of suicide.
But they will not be placated,
No not after how long they've waited.

The wise and old wish out of this fold.
Think themselves useless and a cause of needless stress.

We must do our best to support our eldest.
Try and keep their spirits up with all the time and all the love that we can muster up.