Quit

What do you want
From similar
Experience,

From the common
Trajectory
Biology

And history
Give to human
Lives they spit out

Like pumpkin seeds
Into the air
For gravity

To arc the same?
Poets will write
About old age

Like anyone
Talks about it,
Noting the same

Disappointments
And surprises,
The same bromides

About being
Sad or grateful,
Until they quit.