Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Be Gone Before ...

Older I get, more paranoid

I get about the world that is

Seeming to slide into a void.

I just try to mind my own biz,

Figuring that odds are good I

Will be dead and gone when there be

The true final reckoning by

What's left to a doomed destiny.

Those younger, I older do call

Spineless and sleeping. I pretend

If I were younger I'd do all

To stop the coming of the end.

I guess I wish the younger well

When the world slides into pure hell.