Dot
The longer you live the smaller your circle is.
Remember those family gatherings
when you were in the mix
now your pushed to the periphery
invisible
The young could care less about
old people and old people stories
they'd rather vape
stare into cold boxes all day
long
dead-eyed
gamers
brains fried.
(Dear Lord,
please keep me sharp and healthy
don't let me depend on them for my care)
The circle is shrinking
if you live long enough
it will become a dot...
A lone flower
in the crack of a burning parking lot.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2020
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