Something We'll All Do Poem by Ray Hansell

What will I do
As I'm getting old
As the world around me
Keeps turning cold

People have less patience
Then they did before
I really don't know
If I can take much more

So many things
I did before
Now seem so much harder
And so much more of a chore

Taking out the garbage cans
Walking to the store
I'm starting to wonder
What's it even all for?

Walking from the kitchen
Back from the bedroom
I always get there
But later than soon

I forget to turn off lights
Among some other things
I can no longer hear the birds
In the morning when they sing

I guess it's all a part
Of just growing old
This is the part of life
That young people must be told

They will have to learn
That the years move on
Because, before they know it
Their youth will be gone

They'll grow older to
They will see first hand
How cold the world can be
When you become an old man


1-30-19/RjH