The Fabric of Life

Old age i have found comes on like the night,
This morning i was young and my future was bright,
no cares did i have, i was youthful and free,
but this evening i'm old and no longer me.
For i only exist in my thoughts of the past,
who wants a life that seems seems so aghast?

I sit here all day not able to move,
i get anxious and scared and unable to soothe,
so my memory it wanders off to a place
where beauty and youth are still on my face.
it is there, that i have a plan, that no one will thwart,
for i am a man who's intelligent and smart.

My peas they ignore and who knows what i want?
for somethings i want all and for others i want not.
there once was a time where i had it all,
a future, a vision a thunderous call.
I now have no voice, least not one that you'd hear,
it went with my youth and was replaced by my fear.

At least there's the fabric that i've sowed all my life,
my humble adventures and my beautiful wife.
All of these things a tapestry made,
a patchwork of memories where life does not fade.
I examine my piece to get away from it all,
and it dawns on my soul, as i let my tapestry fall.

Who put the holes in the piece that i've sowed?
Why is there gaps, is it because i am old?
Where are my memories once so beautifully told?
I fear that this problem is totally mine,
it was in the past where i neglected the time.
I lived for the next day and never for this,
my memories, oh memories i'll indubitably miss.