We look for an oasis
In our retirement
A place where shade
Breaks the aging sun
A place of peace
Where the water
Runs sweet
Where cooling breezes
Break the wilting heat
But age is relentless
Invading the best
Of plans
Leaving infirmity
In its wake
The unsettling fears
That what we have
Is not enough
That our burden
Will be shared
Against our will
With those we love
Those who pick up
The shards
Of the mirror
That once reflected
An independent soul
