Old Age

And Suddenly old age,

Suddenly that unmistakable sense,

We are being watched,

As through a schoolyard fence.

By the menacing eye of a stranger

Never before seen, as he waits and waits,

For just the right moment

To snatch us away.

With his nimble hands,

Skilled to darkest perfection,

We can only hope and pray

It will all be painless and swift,

As for one yawning, weary and spent,

Receiving the gift of sleep.

— Jerry Shonda