I looked old age in the eye,

caressed her many wrinkles and

let a tear slide by

Her frail hand in mine, I asked,

‘Are you ready yet’?

‘I’ve always been’ she replied

‘I’ve lived my days and known my nights

Seen the world and felt it in my bone.

I’ve chased dreams over valleys and

swum rivers to find love.

Oh and I’ve loved and laughed

and shed tears in pain too.

So I have lived and

I am ready.

But you, dear child, are not.

Your clear skin and agile bones have blinded you to life

and her deceptive ways.

You’ve taken for granted every sprightly step

Too drunk in youth, you don’t realise that

This Won’t Last.

Your steps will become slower, your breaths sharper

stabbing at your heart every way

Eyes cloud, ears fail and soon

you will begin to trust yourself a little less each day.

And then, when memory begins to fade,

you will remember that

This wasn’t the case.

But now,

All doors have closed and

there’s no where left to go.’


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