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Some mornings

When you are over eighty, the medics lose interest 
in your health, I used to see the heart specialist every six months
and check diabetes every three months
now they have stopped seeing me.
It is like they think, what the heck he is old enough anyway.
Not that I care sitting all day indoors looking out 
of the window seeing life lived as a spectator.
The phone doesn´t ring anymore and the few friends I had
are dead or in the bosom of AA, their life has been reduced 
going to meeting keeping their morale up.
Listening to the endless yammer of self - obsessed people 
talking about themselves their goal is sobriety, and they spend
rest of their life cocooned in safety while dreaming of whiskey.
We old people are so ugly we walk ungainly, and we have 
forgotten to live in the day.
We have lived our life lost the zest and our laughter when 
we laugh, is a scream of despair

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