Sun 2 Sep, 2018 03:07 pm
‘Decade of Decline, Blues at Seventy Six’
A doctor friend told me,
at seventy decline quickens,
some disease may kill me
Many diseases will sicken
organs will betray us,
everything goes downhill,
ailments will prey on us
we will add pill after pill
nurses, aides and phlebotomists
will try to be kind to us
while they check our vitals,
endure organ recitals,
and inflict little pains
pricking our veins.
We’ll reluctantly meet new physicians,
our dysfunctional organs, they’ll inspect,
while we adopt various positions
not knowing what to expect.
The whole truth of course is
old users of medical resources
are ever more deeply enmeshed
in the medical services net.
In senectitude there is no immunity
to joining this final community
So we will know them all,
the mornings, evenings, afternoons,
we will measure out our lives
in doctor’s waiting rooms.
Hi Roger! Some of my younger friends think it's too gloomy, but older folks just tend to say 'Yep, that's the way it is.'
Howdy Ms Bernice! glad you like my little pome.
I've got more of them to inflict. LOL
Reincarnation is a bit like touching a plasma ball and switching fingers, I think. Your energy starts feeling around for a new body as your old body is in decline so when the old body finally gives up completely, a fresh new one is waiting to focus the energy back into a singular point. Some people would rather their energy remain in the in-between phase and not re-incarnate. Maybe it's because life involves so much suffering and shortfall.
It should be read by anyone contemplating retirement. We get there thinking our time is our own. In fact, we now live on a schedule dictated by our doctors, dentists, auto mechanics, and sometimes, even the lawnboy.