Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.
You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.
Click hereAll our days they string themselves together
To form an endless and unbroken chain
Distinguishable only by the weather:
Just intermittent or unbroken rain.
The air's unhealthy and your back feels cold,
Your feet are sore, your knees have all gone wrong;
You're only forty? Hah, that's much too old,
You're far too tired and the road's so long
And it's a weary way from now to then -
Each day you're up before the cock has crowed
With no incentive to go on again
As 'when' turned 'if' somewhere along the road
And on your mind's the memories of joys
And silent happiness and summer sun
And all the ragged remnants of a boy's
High hopes that have been utterly undone.
but 40 is not old enough for all your aches, but you've still got time, people live to be 90-100 and happiness and accomplishments can arrive late in life, oh yes it can