Saving Grace

 

The mirror in the bathroom

gives a full view

of what is now my declining state

as my body takes on the appearance

of an accident

with ambulances screaming

and flashing warning lights

there are scars and scabs

and flab

where there used to be toned muscle

and vibrant skin

now youth takes on the pallor of old age

dullness diminishes the shine

hard steel turns to rust

and so I turn off the light

and light a candle instead

for in the soft flickering light

things look much better

I can be alone with my old age

and accept its slow insurgency

we give thanks that

with old age comes poor vision

we cannot see the cob webs or the dust

the blessing of old age is that we

cannot see it coming

its only saving grace.

 

◄ Chicken Fingers

Looney Tune ►

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M.C. Newberry

Sun 11th Oct 2020 16:12

Sure, I remember you. Age takes its toll but so far amnesia isn't a
problem. 💪 Thanks for the comment (s).

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Paul Sayer

Sun 11th Oct 2020 12:40

Crumbs M.C. You should have been a poet.

d. I am not even going to try and write a witty poetic comment...

Well I might, but first I need to remember where I put my specks, then have another wee. then another coffee a handful of multi-coloured pills to cure my ills and then I will err, I will urm,

What was I about to do?


Great poem mate well captured.

Paul (its Po remember me?)

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M.C. Newberry

Sat 10th Oct 2020 16:12

We are all witnesses to our own putrescence,
Products of nature's consumer obsolescence.
One of the reasons I'm content to live alone -
I need only bear witness to my own! 😉

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