Elegy for self

This is for those of us who feel depressed at the thought of old age.

I am still here
I only breathe
I think a million
Thoughts beneath
A crumpled blanket
But I just breathe.

Memories adorn
Like a beautiful wreath,
My mind, body
Under it, seethe.
Years seem like moments
Spent, and I still breathe.

A whimper
Out my fake teeth
Tears, slid out -
Knife from a sheath
I feel, I respond but,
For you, I only breathe.

And then one day, I won't.

Who's to say
Happiness isn't the end of sorrow?
That slumber isn't worthy
Of trading in the morrow?
As you rise with the sun
One day, at last, I will know.

For rise anymore, I won't.