An elder crosses the street
Molasses crawl
With a cane or walker
Car engines impatient
Exhaust ghosts haunt the perimeter
A wary side-eye, but yesteryear's pride inside
Their bones brittle, a snap away from heaven
Somebody’s mother; somebody’s father
My heart cries, a forlorn ache
All I do is watch.
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Kendra Marya
Campervan living Canadian with a penchant for psychological thrills and cats.
B.A. Communication & Philosophy
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In breaking news, rehabilitated Republican Senator Johnnie Johnson (Pronouns: HE, HIM, HIS) called a press conference from the Men’s room of the New Orleans Louis Armstrong International Airport, Concourse B, across from the Ignatius Reilly’s Lucky Dog stand. The Senator had just returned from a sexual reorientation rehabilitation program in Memphis, TN after being publically disgraced at a Buckee’s Truckstop restroom soliciting sex from an undercover cop three months ago. He is a founding member of the Reformed Christians for Christ, a conservative, pro-family and ex-gay advocacy group. In the spirit of being reborn, Senator Johnson invited reporters to marvel at his plans for a major remodeling of airport bathrooms.
By Cathy Schieffelin5 days ago in Humor
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Sad poem and something we all fear for when we get older, for some of us that will be sooner than later. Nicely Done!
This hits the heart ✍️🏆♥️✍️♦️♦️♦️