The Older I Get

Free Verse poem.

Image by Subham Shome from Pixabay

The older I get
the less and less I care
about more and more
things and people
my priorities keep changing
rearranging
the days are a blur
everything is moving faster than I prefer
is this what happens to everyone?
or is it just me?
am I alone in the struggle
to find myself
or are we all fighting the same battle?
the older I get
the closer I get to death
the more my body breaks down
my cells dying
my hair…