the blank screen

 the blank screen

 

So here on a blank screen is the enemy

It has to be defeated filled with words so the blank

The screen can’t haunt me in the night.

 

I saw a vet program of a horse that was 3o years old

It couldn’t pull a cart any more, unproductive

Grazing and doing nothing, it also had kidney problems

Otherwise, it was beautiful.

 

A vet was called to put the horse down the vet thought

The horse looked fine, but it is useless the owner said

Put it down; a couple of injection later it was done.

 

Perhaps it was a good thing dying painlessly, we put

Older people in homes where they slowly die of boredom.

 

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Ruth O'Reilly

Thu 26th Sep 2019 19:23

We need to start telling different stories about old age. Instead of being treated like old horses fit for the knackers yard it should be more about the value and wisdom of experience which can now be shared and passed on. I felt sorry for that horse in your poem, and touched how it moved you to write about it.

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M.C. Newberry

Thu 26th Sep 2019 15:03

This raises some interesting points. We come into this world without any say in the matter. Surely, we deserve that much on the way out.

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Don Matthews

Thu 26th Sep 2019 11:21

Assisted dying needs to be discussed. I think.....

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