Tuesday, January 9, 2018

Geriatrics

The fear of being lonely
Of dying lonely
Of being mistreated
Of ending up on the streets
Fear of limbs failing
Of speech and memory failing
Rising insecurity
A drawing up and tightening
Of all the strings that bind
A seeking if constant reassurance
From all those who love

It it as if i have lived
Your life along with  mine
And feel your old age
As deeply in my soul
As you do

And these fears are mine,
These fears for you,
Fears for myself
Long before they are my due

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