2014-09-05T20:33:19-07:00September 5th, 2014|Musings on life|

Getting old

The insult is not
that we die
at the end
because that grief
will not be ours

neither is it the groaning
sag of our bones
or the grey
in our everywhere

the real fear
is the threat
of some point in time
that is unmarked
and on the other side
a slow erasing
of who we thought we were
and lethargy
where there used
to be hope.

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