Functions of Aging

This is a poem about growing older.

It’s a function of aging
that everything falls apart,
not all at once of course,
but one cell at a time,
and that trivial things
become matters of life and death.

It’s the trivial,
like doctors offices that provide valet parking
or where you put your keys
when you came home last night,
that become important.

While the stellar problems of youth
are regulated
to distant memories
shining in the night sky.