Lament of Aging -C



My dear,
my dear,
Your face has fallen
and you can't remember
where you put your keys-
or where you left your hopes
now gone astray..

Your children don't call
Your mail is slim
and mostly to be discarded-
Days are narrowed
Nights so long and grim
and the song  you once sang
so bright and clear
seems out of place
here and anywhere

And y o u feel out of place
as well and
out of time
and out of space
and almost blind
and  about to erase
what you once remember
of your smiling face
but
with your seeing-eye mind
still in its own place.

Phoebe


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