A Shortage Of Me

Trust!  Who do I trust?  I use to trust my physical body but now it daily lets me down.  I use to trust my eyes and ears but neither can be counted on now.  I use to trust my will but now its force is waning.  I use to trust me but at 58 there is a lot less me than there was before.  I can no longer count on me like I use to.  Far too often now, I turn to me and find I have turned away, unable to eagerly raise my hand to volunteer to be me.