Aging brings so much angst…
Knowing it would happen is no help
as the petals of life begin to fade.
I count… she loves me she loves me not
as our expectations rise and fall
like a Carrowinds coaster
with its ups and downs and loop-t-loops.
Knowing the ride is about over is no help.
Coasting into the exit I exhale
trying to maintain meaning and purpose
knowing I only get one ride.
As friends slowly exit ahead of me
I mourn their passing and grieve my losses.
Aging makes me question my existence,
my future, my truth, and my purpose.
Reality is harsh as challenges increase
Loneliness sets in as other coasters roll on by
filled with excitement and wonder.
I cheer them on with a sad heart…
Knowing they too will someday be here.
While the ride was exhilarating
it seems all too short.
Sadly, I only get one ticket to ride.
Painting: Dwight L. Roth