Some Slows are Sad

Most folks I know are senior orphans now.
The few who have a parent, of my peers,
are caring for diminishment – that’s how
the mind and body operate, as years
approach a century. Their spheres
are shrunk to single rooms, and even we,
their kids, are falling short and nursing fears
as we lose focus, balance, energy.

(Huitain)

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