It's Been an Age
Older, old
that's me,
pensionable age,
unthinkable a while ago,
but I understand it all now.
so many things change,
my body, my face,
the mirror doesn't lie,
Neither do my bones.
Memories surface
when least expected,
then memory
leaves the building
when required.
Constants are dropping off my life,
doctor, dentist, newsagent, solicitor,
all retired,
gone from daily life,
wish they knew they're so missed.
Our cat's been dead three years,
always write it on the calendar
along with parents, friends, neighbours,
so sad,
but privileged to have shared their lives.
There's illness in the street now
I feel powerless,
just talk and help if needed,
fear too easy to contemplate,
eventual inevitability.
Remembering past neighbours,
I have their understanding now
upon hearing the local school children's
playtime shouting and chatter,
comforting reminder of my own youth.
Equilibrium is threatened,
someone is moving away,
who knows what's coming,
uncertainty.
Poetry by shells
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Written on 2020-09-14 at 01:30
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