My age catches up

And I get it
That life is long
And dew-drops on grass
Make no sense

The sun
Just comes up
And stays there
Outside my window
Looking yellow..

I look at the stuff
That I've bought
And I crave for more
The joy of getting a bargain
Keeps me going...

But then,
Right at that
Ecstatic moment of purchase
My age
catches up with me.

My age
catches up with me.
And I become
the other one
watching myself, listlessly..

Is this how it begins-
The end I mean-
my charms fade,
my jokes less funny,
my camera swaying heavily..

With a life too long
And death
Nowhere to be seen
Is this how one goes
Into the clumsy thirties?