Getting old is a form of time travel,
Memories made as the body and mind ages,
Freedom's an illusion and responsibility cages,
Goals and plans demand more money and time,
A heart's wants get trumped by needs of the mind,
Rational thoughts make us settle for less,
As our grip slips, we try hold fast, but fantastically fail tests,
Slower, colder, weighed by chains and crushed by boulders,
Waiting for routine things, lurching our shoulders,
Even if you've lost some pep in your step,
Remember your dreams and live without regret.