daily perched upon recumbent chair
outward into nothingness left to stare
lost for reason or purpose to find, to care
wearing sweat smelling t-shirt, shit-stained underwear
wrinkled skin, baggy bloodshot eyes, growing nose hair
the gifts to aging youth that have laid themselves bare
senility of mind, a wish to forget what is not there
prescription drugs to numb, to alleviate what’s not fair
resuscitated to breathing, for younger generations to compare
to see old age goes beyond just loosing greying hair.

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