Being sixty-six and an orphan is
Unsettling in its finality. It says
“You’re the older generation now!”
There is nothing to prepare you-
Inside still a child wanting approval-
Now: The focus for other people’s needs
Grimly determined to hold on to youth
Poised in front of a mirror the lie is revealed
Inexorable age has you in a vice like grip
New pleasures are slow to emerge
So you cling to the old and trusted
The joys of which fade from over use
But I’ve nothing to lose (I’m old) so
Revived with blind confidence I
Fling myself at whatever looks joyful
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