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The Narrowing With Age


growing older is like
the filling in of plaque
in the major coronary arteries
of life

everything narrows

movements slow and stiffen
gaits tilt and stall

friendships become less frequent
then falter suddenly
when someone passes on

family members navigate and drift
between islands
of issues and daily drama
and holidays and funerals

words become fewer
for no one
writes a letter
but now jabs a text

the narrowing of human speech
and interaction itself
becomes humorless finger pointing

even coffee shops are made for the computer
not for people

am I being narrowed out...

or is it
maybe there is just so much space to be filled in

I feel a kind of giving way to a
soft feathery nothingness
but I am not ready for the grave


maybe, it is the heaviness of all that gravity.


Copyright December 7, 2014 All Rights Are Reserved By This Author
Meloo Melissa A Howells Straight from her Tilt-a-World
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