There comes a point
where
you are left behind.
Too old.
Too sick.
Too dumb.
Too something.
No longer do the old tricks work.
Dyeing your hair.
Taking pink pills.
Saying the right words.
Nodding, hoping, pretending
it’ll be better tomorrow.
There’s no way around it.
This fact of nature.
You’ve been left behind.
An old lion that can’t keep up,
the savannah slowly but surely
swallowing you up
until the vultures come to
pick at your bones
and recycle you.
Concentrating on what I leave behind...