Age Poem by Phillip Dodham Cormier

The sun sets, as the day grows old
Like the days of man grow to an end
Escape always on the mind
Every breath taken is one closer to the last
The body decays with every passing second
Man lives for the moment
Yet fears the moment to come
The thoughts of the future creates great curiosity
The thoughts of the future causes great stress
Every movement draws man closer to their demise
The body becomes an item to save
To preserve
Man must stay young
No matter what it costs
Through the blade, the creams, the treatments
What happened to living?
Life is now nothing more then trying to escape
Growing old is natural
Yet it is observed as an affront to nature
The sun sets
As the days of man slip away