Taking the PPC4 - 52 Weeks of Poetry

Prompt 45 (3rd June 2024)

Reflection


death stretches out her fingers to meet me
as ageing
my body enacts a chronic decline
still pleasures to be had
though less than one would like
and it isn't death I fear
only dying
decrepitude naturally does not appeal
worse would be dementia
gone before you're gone
so to speak
still
I am excited to find out what happens next
part of me knows of course
and I shall greet her as an old and valued friend
moving on...
next!