This Year
This young year has already been the last
to see a new Robin Williams performance on screen.
“Night at the Museum Part Three” echoes the past,
as the presence of actors my age grows lean
and I look back wishing I were still a teen.
With sadness I see my peers grow old,
but a young person is still trapped in my frail heart.
What will transpire as I watch the year unfold?
Which high school friend will be the next to depart?
How I miss Elaine, a sweet lady so beautiful and smart!
Even more distressing are the family concerns --
aging siblings and a dear uncle of great years.
Fear within my spirit relentlessly burns.
Young nieces have yet to shed worrisome tears
for the fears that accompany the starting of years.
Written January 17, 2015
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