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Old Age
How time goes racing now when there's no need to--
when there's so little farther left to go:
over the river--under the trees. Time ought to lead us
slow...slow!
--Archibald MacLeish
1892-1982
We talk about bodily functions,
what works and what doesn't.
We talk about medications,
and name them one by one
hoping we will win
the who has the most contest.
We talk about obituaries
written daily in the local paper,
jokingly relieved
when we are not in it.
We talk about family
and tell the same stories
we have told and heard
for decades,
laughing or crying
in certain places
as if it is our first time
hearing the telling~
knowing our world is getting
smaller with each passing day,
that soon we will be
only names on a gravestone,
trampled and forgotten
in Time's relentless march.
Copyright ©
Chetta Achara
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