Life in all its glory

I was some 75 years old last June
but don't feel wiser than a year and a minute ago.
Time seems not to slow nor step aside.
I have not felt as threatened
as I might . . . I still have a job
and a monthly SS check
slowly building an annuity of sorts . . .
but even if I find food for all of my tomorrows,
what becomes of all those others?
I see them as I walk about,
some with soddy blankets, and some without,
and what of those aging bikes with contested owners.