Nothing Helps (Poetry)

Some of the things I used to love
just plain annoy me now
impatience seems to know no bounds
I guess I’ve changed somehow

And I find fault with everything
and almost everyone
the weight of years has got me down
I’ve ended up no fun

I hanker so much for the past
the present seems so grey
I’d give up anything they ask
to relive yesterday

They say youth’s wasted on the young
and I can’t help but agree
but no stage in life is ever quite
what it’s cracked up to be

I’m old. I’m crochety as hell
I’m often rather pissed
at everything and everyone
I yearn for what I’ve missed

And what I’ve learned turns out to be
a load of useless stuff
and nothing helps — it never did
and no one cares enough