You’re old
and weathered
and weakening
as you work bones into nubs
and get numb.
You’re aging
and getting worse.

Now we are forty
and more
and each day ends like the last
with a crawl to the couch
and a search for comfort
in the consumption of commodities.

Eat pie.
Drink wine.
Become one
with the things you’ve bought
and brought home
instead of having experiences
or friends
or anything that could make
this long life
any easier to survive.

You’re getting older
and closer to dying.
Soon enough you’ll be gone.
Take solace in that
and drink more.