The Crutch Of Time

I am feeling the crutch of time. 
It sifts through, totally uninvited. Reminding me that I too, will get old.
I, too, will age like a wise aged tree hunched down barely standing on its roots.
I, too, will say goodbye to this body of mine one day.
And even if that day will be far from today - it will be uninvited.
It will be unannounced. It's how it rolls.
Time, like death, doesn't wait for humans to catch up. It follows its own rhythm.