Two Geezers Consider the Terrain

"It's all downhill from here," he says, the two
Of us pathetic in our ever-growing feebleness.
He breathes by means of tubes and tank.
I rub my hip. It's hard to walk. The others,
Students, scurry by as we pause to
Commiserate. I smile at him and shake
My head. "Downhill? How I wish it was.
It's uphill, Bill, and seemingly gets
Steeper with each day."




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-12-05 at 15:25

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