Getting older is so not a blast

I often ask myself: "When will return the glory of your prime?" and this little sneering voice replies in the back of my head "never." Oh, that voice! How cruel and mocking it is to me! Especially when my wonderful friend John died, it reminded me "Death will come," laughing at my sadness upon his death.

Above my own death, though, I fear my Mary's death. She may not be the only woman in my life, but she's still important to me! I often say to her that when she is gone, Love itself shall slumber on, but she just scoffs at me as she has often been doing. : (