Old age
offers challenges,
Some days
it’s hard to breathe….
The weight
says to just give in,
But your will, says too early to leave.
People my
age fear flooding,
Swirling
like water down a funnel…
Or hiding
from a hurricane.
In a deserted
highway tunnel.
Our fate
feels like a casino,
Where dealers
shuffle our past sins…
Politics
control the odds
No one ever
wins.
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