of the age to come

I've spoken before about my issues with the young growing older. Others age around me and the despair never grips me the same. Facing that aging and though the despair is clearly not present the nagging of the something clearly is. Perhaps a connected sense and reminder of the little ones' growth. Or perhaps all that growing no matter the focus will always be an issue. And why should that be? Don't want to seek the analysis for in the seeking the despair finds vines to climb.