Meditation upon aging

Age comes without invitation and bearing a heap of burdens to pour over us; our flesh will wear out as do our clothes; our skin that fit us perfectly, as we shrink, will become too large; will crumple, crease and sag like a sorrowful face; all our bony hinges, with tiredness, will creak; our body, though it grows more thin will feel more heavy; we will feel the leash of our life begin to tighten as the breath within our breast becomes more meagre and as the dregs of our energy are swallowed by time.
And all the while as our eyesight grows dimmer and the world sounds more distant to our ears, the face of death will become more apparent and, louder and clearer, the silence of ourselves.
And if we look upon ourselves as seperate from this earth or the life of humanity or the spirit of something eternal then we may think ourselves alone; small and alone on the edge of a neverending darkness but if our spirit is tied to the spirit of the living by bonds of love then our radiance, though it may pour out of us can never seem wasted; our blood becomes part of the rubescence of a rose, our breath is sewn into the fabric of the air and our spirit becomes a part of every soul to whom we have given a piece of our love.
And, instead of feeling small and alone on the edge of a neverending darkness we see that we are truly part of an immense and an eternal sea of light.