I am feeling the tug of old age

Prufrock measured his life in coffee spoons. I seem to be measuring mine in glucose sensors. All the music I grew up with makes me cry to hear. It’s the void slip of feeling, the sinkhole of reflecting on time’s relentless passing, that happens when I look at an album’s release date and it tells me 2016, 2005, 1994…the weight of the years doesn’t bear down, it pulls my stomach from me, causes me…