Old age

Why do I wake up
Day after day.
Is there someone who tells me
I must live this way?

The family will visit
As I sit here alone.
Their duty soon over
They hurry back home.

We all play a part
In this circus of life.
But reality exists
Cutting like a knife.

I reflect for a moment
Trying hard to fathom.
Sinking like a stone
Into an ever descending chasm.