Fiftyish

I am fiftyish, I'm weary with pending aches
I have a slight memory loss, surely it's normal, oh for goodness sakes!

I look back at my life with laughter and tears
 I look back on the events​ and all the years

It didn't work out the way I planned
I never envisaged this is where I would land

Don't get me wrong, there are far worst places
I have all the time for' my friendly faces'

I think I am supposed to work until I drop
In my retirement 'old age' is just something I can't stop

I work like a dog and suffer my demise
And hope, one day, my future be mine and I will rise

Old age is creeping, so silent to me
This was never what I thought it would ever be

No snug down nest of a companion to share
A dormant cold future, deep friendship so rare

I will crack on to survive this sad small space
I will leave after my passing a uninteresting place