The Giving Cause: Aging in a World of Uncertainties

As each year piles on–
Clinging to my skin,
Barnacles of the modern world,
I find myself staring death
In his face.
I walk into another year,
Carrying my past–lugging
Around decades of old
Habits and eons of new pain.
I fear the embrace of
The inevitable–the end of change.
I am supposed to move forward
In life, grateful for breath;
Thankful for air, but the demons
Overcrowd my thoughts, and the
Finality of life’s end is my
Own personal horror.
I open my mouth to scream–
Nothing escapes.
This is where I live now–
On the corner of the aged,
And up the street
From the dying.
I knock on the door of
The present, and no one
Answers.
Thank you to Matt Snyder for allowing me to gift a poem to you. It has been my pleasure.
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