I am in the high risk group.

Too old to change.

Too old to care.

I am non-essential.

That means I don't count.

They can get by without me.

Stay in your room they order.

Do not leave your cell.

At this late stage it doesn't matter.

I still have my wits about me.

Still have a few tricks up my sleeve.

Despite the wagging fingers, I proceed.

I still think I am essential to someone.

Old people are essential to morale.

Without us they would have nothing

to make fun of.


◄ Thank You For Your Order

Cliff's Notes ►


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M.C. Newberry

Fri 15th May 2020 17:29

Ha-ha...not too far from reality, that's for sure.
It's not you they wish to save
But the trouble of taking you to your grave!!

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