this and that and thus and such
this and that and thus and such
hearing, seeing, smell, taste, touch
which will old age steal? not much
just this and that and thus and such
will I know beloved ones...
lifelong sweetheart? daughter? sons?
thanking those with whom I've dined
not sure why they've been so kind
in this home but not sure why
who will hold me when I die?
i'm imprisoned by my fear
who will let me out of here?
i have seen it far too much
once sharp minds now losing touch
no more plumb line left to clutch
just this and that and thus and such
Copyright © John Watt | Year Posted 2024
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