TITLE: Death Watch By Laura Manley 06/29/09 |
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I watch him
quietly slip into
his seventh decade.
By choice, there is
no fanfare,
no celebrating,
no recognition of
the path on which
he finds himself.
His once coal-black hair
now a handsome gray -
his bouncing step,
a mere shuffle;
a subtle stoop in his shoulders.
Always mindful of his
numbered breaths,
he attempts to escape
his date with death,
by filling each waking
moment with aimless activity.
My heart weeps for him.
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