fear not old age

fear not
old age for it has a sweet
feel
about it.
how the memories have piled
in soft
sacks.
like letters to oneself.
be not afraid
of those aches, the limp,
or lean
of bones decayed.
the blur
of light, the dampening
of sound.
it's nothing
to be alarmed about.
instead embrace
all that you have learned,
rejoice in loves lost,
the loves found.
friends made
and gone to their own
gentle graves before you.
it's part of it,
in time, each to his own
turn, if lucky
to not stay young
and die.