Entropy

The older I get The weaker and slower And more tired I get (with, from, of) And the less I care (about, for, to). When I was younger I guess I saw this coming, At least I saw it in old people, But I never thought it would happen to me. Now here it is And I don’t really care. I suppose it’s a natural process of entropy, But I’m not sure I want to assign myself Completely to the confines Of a thermodynamic system, Yet it may be just as simple as that. But then again The older I get The easier it gets To see that I am not Just this body. Sure, this body means a lot And takes a lot of attention But it is still, As worn and tired as it may be, Just my current vehicle. Sooner or later I’ll be needing a new one, But I’m in no rush, I still care enough About, for, to this one. (10/31/24)