Waking Up Elderly

I used to reinvent myself,

Every five to seven years…

I thought I could out run the clock.

Escaping my growing old fears.

I was a farmer, fireman, retailer,

A teacher and state employee…

Who looked into the mirror one day,

To see an elderly, delusional boy.

I moved to Whidbey Island;

The magic stalled me twenty-five years...

I woke up aged, almost seventy,

Failing to outrun my lifelong fears.