Please do not tell me That I am not old Because I know That you are just being kind Or lying to me Or just blind to the fact That I am and have Grown old There are no joints In this body of mine That move without aching Or memories where my stupidity In thinking that life and love Is somehow better Over the next hill I have left too many lovers In the dust of roads That I have traveled Without ever looking back Never realizing That what I left behind Were miles of unfilled dreams I have grown old In an empty room In an empty house In an empty world Filling my life With the fullness Of absolutely ... Nothing