What else- for my fifty-fifth

What else is new to see except what I have seen?
What else is new to hear except what I have heard?
What else is new to experience except what I have experienced?
What else is new to embrace except what I have embraced
In this world?
That is getting old at age fifty-five
When youth is no more, neither is passion for all
And days dawn and down as lengthening wrinkles slowly crawl
On my face that looks toward my west
To see if the sunset can again sparkle and leap for joy
Before it turns to a glorious sunrise in another world.