this is the best I could do but I'm happy

age has no substance
just a lengthening of pain
that was always there
waiting for the salt of experience

to send the dog scooting
across the floor
one dangling bulb in an attic
never changed

burning brightly the few times
a year it's needed
the laugh the same
to the same old jokes

the slow descent into meaningful
living without the life
of ten thousand new things
to make it worthwhile