Getting Older

Any chance I have

at finding something

that resembles happiness

seems to be drifting

farther and farther away

into the foggy haze

as my face begins to sag,

my hair begins to disappear,

my memory fades

along with memories of good days

that seem so long ago now

and pain and suffering

have aged me far beyond my years

like hurricanes and tidal waves

corroding and pummeling

a beach away to nothing

and I’m still standing barely

but I fear the end is coming faster

than my last chance at salvation.