Rollercoasters and Old Men

As these bones gather dust
Of one kind or another
Drawn to the magic
Of my youth
And the jubilation
Of my children’s laughter
We find ourselves at the
Rollercoaster.
My brain says yes
But these bones
Protest, decry injustice
Demand a refund
And refuse to
Propel me forward…
Grinding this enjoyment
To a halt, I sit next
To the old men, sipping
Coffee, snapping pictures
Of grandchildren on this ride
And the realization hits me
I have a toe firmly
Planted in the grave…
I hope my foot isn’t next 😉