The man in the elevator

In the elevator I stood
Joined by an elderly man with a stick
A normal course of events
As it was a hospital and we were obviously both sick

So why do I still think
And why has his image remained in my mind?
The pace of his movements
So slow like I was watching a video on rewind

I could suddenly relate
To how this poor man feeling while looking so drained
He had to force every movement
And needed to use every bit of strength that remained

This picture I cannot forget
As I knew he was at least 50 years my age
And I was feeling his weakness
Which tells me my body is getting close to his stage

Am I really that ill
That an elderly man calls home familiar feelings of decay
A 25-year-old mind trapped
In a body making the most of the last hand of cards she must play

The reason for this
Me being in a hospital says it all
A bone scan for an illness
Only unlucky women over 50 are the victims to fall

Osteoperosis is the reason
That I stumbled upon this event
The scan seemed okay
But the aftermath has caused a dent

Realization is why
For I have aged far too many years
In such a short time
That a birthday party would count endless amounts of cheers

Pushing myself day after day
Because I want to stay active
It takes every ounce of my strength
But I refuse for this illness to take me captive..