Silence

silence

craved and feared

loved or hated

as I age

silence is rare

chirps from the phone

loud cars

dogs barking

even leaves rustling

disturb the silence

Just one day

one day

where interruptions cease

with no rude intrusions

the rudest

silence disruptor

in my life

comes with age

the incessant

ringing of my ears

ringing screeches sing

in my ears

disturbing the silence

all day long

I move ever so slow

Hoping to avoid

the popping

of knees

or joints

ringing through

the walls

and bouncing

echoing that cause

every eye near

to turn and glare

as the pops disturb

another's silence.

some smile

perhaps in compassion

some pretend

to not notice.

I do reminisce

of the days

when I could

stealthily move

in silence.

Silence

is what I crave

perhaps those

days are gone

Perhaps

one day

I can have a silent day

without being dead.