The reason I grow aged to grow old I hear the ticking clock that turns me gray Through times that shape my mind and make it bold This same pace brings my body to decay. Each generation calls another forth The pressure of a lasting legacy Too soon they will forget their parents worth (Sans a favor, a check, a recipe). Carpets still as white as when we bought them The china lies unbroken in its chest Screams that once were shrill are now like diamonds Now no more to crave than hours of rest. An empty nest is not always “alone”- A chance to learn to fly upon your own.