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Reflecions On Old Age

Life ebbing into darkest night,
precious moments forever lost,
fading in the dimming light,
now the time to count the cost.

Once the conceits of youth
were thought to outwit age.
Belated realization of truth
too late the outcry, the rage.

What was once so vibrant
slowly sliding into decay.
What was once so distant
coming closer everyday.

Through the declining years,
the increasing torment,
the realization of fears,
the minds slow descent.

What would come about first
residing in the body wrecked
or would it be the more cursed
the slowly enfeebled intellect?

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Linda Weller

Every dark road traveled,
every pain and loss suffered,
etched deep in the face.

All the hardships endured
bruising the eyes,
the grief and heartache
down turning the mouth.

Giving up on caring
in the wayward hair,
the roughness of life
in the rasp in the voice.

Bad choices made
spotting the skin.
All the worries
creasing the brow

The anguish of losses,
all the worries
of a life wasted
etching the lips.

The faded eyes,
drooping eyelids
hiding sorrow
deep within.

The trembling hands
grasping for
lost opportunities,
failed ambitions
and ending of dreams.

Or maybe it is all
only the ravages
of lost time?


Photo of Lisa Emery as  Linda Weller in Blindspot. Seeing the sequence where Kurt meets his mother brought these words to mind.

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Breakdown No27

We're awoken not ready to awaken another long, long and dreary weary to the bones day to face. circles sat in circles spoke talked in circles my pain any worse than any others? and did it yours? On and on day after day talked an talked talking or just words spilling dribbling out to lie on the floor swept out like cigarette buts. Paper cups tiny multi-coloured speckles like M&M's mouth open wide spots swallowed all gone to bed snick the lock start again over again tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow ....... will it END?

Copyright © Steve Coetzee | Year Posted 2019


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