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This is one of two things I’ve written about subject of being elderly. I am sometimes haunted by the forgetten population in nursing homes across America. I find myself searching for purpose in
my own life, and when I see or hear the stories of hopeless people, who wait to die, I can’t help ask the question, “What’s the purpose?”
Final Truth
What is left to give?
Darkening days lie ahead
Betrayal of the flesh
Brings death near
Depression is tempered
Only by confusion of the mind.
Thoughts seem to disappear
Evaporating before they can be conveyed.
The perception of control
Over the direction of life
Withers like an ironic hoax
Fighting to let go
But clinging to what’s left
Are we ever satisfied that we’ve lived enough?
Ignorance is the magic of youth
But the aged see the final truth of this world
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