It's Just Old Age

standing in line, shivering sandwiching my aged figure with layers upon the calling of my name trudge with walking stick towards the counter miles away more ticks on the clock as my stubborn eyes open wide less as the technician assembles the nasty stuff from Dr. Lee's chicken script large indeed, that list – movie credits irritate me less as all is laid out on the countertop I am explained to with patience plenty garden, cook, vacuum could I without fret yet the simple thought, the finest speck of everyday brainpower could not dedicate itself to this task now not the least bit, not here nor there what was that hyper – hyper – I have hyper-what again? oh, forget it! with each visit the atmosphere of my spirit like a black permanent marker darkens wherefore hadn't I prudence with McDonalds, or caution with Dairy Queen? whatever...
Source: Medical Humanities - Category: Global & Universal Authors: Tags: Poetry and prose Source Type: research