When we’re old and done
How will our love feel? Will we be
Anxious, afraid we missed out on
What we could have done? Afraid of
Looking back and feeling like dry sand?
Life seems funny and meaningful when the people
Around us are younger and we, unwittingly
We become authorities on living
They say that we know how it is done
We say we must curtail our consciousness
Give it up for raw being.
They thank us
For our presence at the table.