When he thought about it, it did make a lot of sense: you came from darkness and you returned to it. The circle of life.
As sensible and logical as it was that didn’t mean he liked the idea.
As his days wound down he remembered he and his mates joking about the day they wouldn’t be able to run for buses. Well it had arrived and in a big way as he’d tripped and fallen on the footpath, skinned his knee and severely dented his ego.
It sucked getting old and with one thing and another going wrong, and the darkness looming ever closer.
There were plenty of people willing to tell him about the effects of growing old, but no one was willing to tell him if when the darkness did engulf him would there be light on the other side.