Life
My memory's not
What it was- but then,
Neither is the world
Hands shake and tremble
I open the newspaper
Head shakes and trembles
Tea and cakes were treats
To fill time between kisses
Now they're all there is
A winter mountain
My summit is topped in white
The cold reaches deep
I bask in the warmth
Of company: it's good to
Be seeing old friends
Death
Old age is not bad
When you consider what the
Alternative is
The postman brings cards
For funerals every day:
I will go to mine
I check the paper
To see whether I am dead
If not, I get dressed
Grey skies: Brown leaves drop
As nature prepares to sleep
I'll not see her wake
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