There Is So Much Sadness In Growing Old Poem by Shalom Freedman

Loved ones and Friends die
So many people are sick,
Worlds disappear
Everything hurts more
And there are all those trips to memorials and cemeteries
To hospitals and nursing homes

People lose it in various ways
And one is all the time checking oneself
And forgetting whether the failure to recall a name
Is a step on the way down

It is not fun growing old
And it is not going to be better
One can lie to oneself about this
But what’s the point?