Elderly Epilogue

A Funereal Address Much have I wanderedIn the world of the livingTime is hardly a problemThereFor I am still alive at ninetyYet pain ensuesAs I was cast asideTo writhe in my own companyMemories are empty thingsTo those who leave me aloneMany long years of togethernessDissolveLike allergy medication tablets in waterAs I sighSoftly in despairAnd adviseContinue reading “Elderly Epilogue”