No Children

I am thinking of a land with no children,
just old adults
who’ve exhausted all avenues of pleasure.
Oh, they have money,
but nowhere whatsoever to spend it
and no one to send it to:
by default is saved.

There is nothing to look forward to,
but no one cares.
All those once known who were friends,
are either gone
or have become dreadfully boring.
The only thing looked forward to is death.

That newness quickly wears off.
Life is all the same
with nothing to distract
except, perhaps, illness and fear.
To protect our strength,
we each have a personal gym.

There are no longer contests.
We do not have room
and the population is rising.
No one is young.
To play anything alone is simply boring.
No wars! No young!

I’m all for lifting the barriers
and letting in mothers and fathers and children,
but I don’t know when
immigration might be allowed.
We don’t speak aloud of these things.
Age is what we share.