When sex
Isn’t secret anymore
When the drugs are all done
And the highs are familiar
When your dad's beard grows on your own chin
And you've seen all the colors of the leaves
When the airlines take you wherever you want to go
And it all starts to look the same
When a younger man calls you mister
And you realize the adults didn't know any better
When the old games are no longer fun
And the new games are the old games in disguise
When the end seems closer than the beginning
And the sky seems closer to the ground
When all the songs have been sung
And all the fights have been fought
What's left
In this once wide world
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Age related depression. That is what is left. Nice poem. Well done. Thank you.