As I age, my issues grow, from hunger where do I go, to pain filled days and sleepless nights, to empty plates and worn out shoes, joints so stiff and muscles so weak, eyes that randomly lose sight, labored breath with every step, focus as blurred as windy day, no voices to hear no touch to feel, weeks can go by with no idea why, to bathe one time to see the sun shine, for time has no mind, alone and lost on a journey of frost, words confused and thoughts a whirl, no kindness is a friend of mine, from nightmares to despair, my air is very clear, staggered beats of ones heart lose sync in ones thoughts, no hope to be for I struggle just to be.