Keep Reading and Writing, as....

There seems very little that we can do to stop our physical decline. I know because I’ve tried. I exercise daily, but the crepe skin keeps creeping, and the stairs get steeper, but playing with words helps, I believe, helps to keep the intellect and our interest in life, somewhat, intact. The loss of intellect leads to a rapid decline of interest in living, and death; something I’ve seen caring for family members over the years. So everyone reading this, keep reading and writing as it’s all that we, some of you, will have left…

AND SO IT GOES

Ageing brings it on,

moments when we long 

to discuss days long gone, and 

discover that we have fallen 

far behind the times.

Time, of course,

does not stand still, and 

it’s hard to admit,

that we’ve grown old, and that

the village in which you grew 

is now beyond the limits of a town ,

with few who would remember 

you, or the time you represent.

You reach out, then quickly 

draw back, fearing rejection 

for subjecting those around 

to endless chatter of moments that,

 no longer matter.

It’s a lonely time for certain,

waiting to catch up with

long lost friends,

long gone.

And so I write…..