Age is No Sentence, it’s a Freedom
Faster so it seems,
that slit of a half-opened eye,
aware of the life slipping by,
and whether blissful ignorance
or being alert is easier to bare,
time, in its own inimitable way,
slowly robs us of life,
all we care about.
Age just reminds us of the process,
the excess of what we’ve done,
what we haven’t, and
the gnawing thoughts of a bucket list,
unrepentant, and undone;
so we ignore the signs,
the aches and pains and slowness of mind
that soon will hinder our every move.
Despite all the falls and slips
and lost words from lips,
there is a consolation of sorts,
knowing that we’re loved and love,
can still drink coffee and look above
without the slightest idea of it all,
then not give a damn who thinks what,
who’s holding the knife, in some twisted plot,
to early get the inheritance.
Instead, the coffee still tastes good,
a glass of red, a dusty shed,
to remind us what we used to do,
but then I’d rather read the paper,
the world’s so fucked in any case,
who’ll push the button
an atomic waste of time,
so what do I care, happy in my comfy chair?
Tony DeLorger © 2016
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I love this! It is so great to get to that place in life where we can enjoy the moment in that comfy chair and to heck with all else. Great work, Tony.
This was for my ex-F.I.L who is 88 and had a fall yesterday, slitting his hand open requiring 30 stitches. I took him to the hospital and all the drama surrounding that. It’s probably more for his wife who is 80 and having to deal with his oncoming fragility. Old age is sad but also a celebration for having arrived there. Glad you appreciated it Phyllis.
OMGosh! I do hope he will be okay. 30 stitches is a lot. Bless him.
He’s as tough as a boot, but the flesh is getting weaker. The poor think had an appointment to have three teeth removed today, the day after all the stitches. He’s in the wars at the moment. We have three different medical appointments tomorrow, mostly checking his wounds. Such is life.