I think old age should be like a new age, a new leaf, a new turn. You go back from whence you came. You start over again. It is a time of new beginnings in an old vessel. Retrofit. Sickness, dying, etc. Just like the media baits the young into thinking they need to be more beautiful, never enough, so do they with the old, but it seems more geared to the pharmaceutical realm. Take this pill, now this one to counteract the adverse side effects of the first. Oh but wait we're not finished with you yet.

When terrifying trumpets blast

strange notes we cannot comprehend

but the simple notes permeate our ears

anyway, we separate ourselves

from all the others who listen to that same

trumpet's blast. 

And when the notes get louder

so do we, and we claw and peck 

at each other like angry magpies, 

until we've forgotten 

we all bleed the same. 

And when the trumpeter stops his song

our mangled eyes dart, and our weakened bodies

twist and turn to see what's outside. 

And all the blood is gone.