I See My Friends Aging Poem by Shalom Freedman

I see my friends aging
Slower in all they do-
The wrinkles and the hesitations before not remembering,
The difficulties in things done so easily once-

I see my friends aging
Sicker and sadder
Their eyes in some strange distance-

Some of them courageous
With plans and trips and grandchildren,
Endlessly going and doing
And being the best they can-

I see my friends aging
And wonder how long I too can pretend
Its still alright-

At this time of life
Time is cruel
And we are going only one way-

I see my friends aging
And I will soon if I am still here
Walker cane wheelchair
Be ancient too.