Pursuit Of Eternal Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Having grown old before my time, but only in my mind.
There I cogitate and reminisce as if on a rocking chair
of ninety.
Balancing words and thoughts, exacting literal meanings
from everything that is said.
Slowly walking towards the age I will someday be.
Taking along only precious things - the thoughts I have
amassed so far in life.
Always writing and searching for meaning because I have
as yet found none.
What will life be like for me when I have forwardly
advanced to the last earthly age I'll be?
All questions normally reserved for later years in life
have already been asked with no answers brought forth.
What will I think about in the future?
Will I have exhausted every topic or will I continue to
find or extract more as I move forward in time?
Maybe steps will turn outward, searching deeper for
meanings of life as I come to an end, no longer growing
older, taking the final step in this weary trek of life.
Surpassed by the pursuit of eternal life itself, where
will I end up?