It’s Easy To Be Old

It’s easy to be old.
No more heads turn
to ridicule or to admire,
no appraising looks,
no swagger, lust or stomach flat.
Don’t bother pulling shoulders back
or sucking in your gut.
The whistles and inviting smiles
are gone.
You simply are
You scream, blink, and sure enough,
no one hears.  You are invisible.
It’s easy to be old.
It’s the absence of a future tense that kills.