Old Age – Second Draft

This revision was an attempt to get more specific information into the poem. It will be pared down if it doesn’t work. I’m guessing it will.

Grouped around him,
an homage to his perceived widsom,
they prattle on
about the interveining
days
weeks
years
It’s been long
since they were afforded
opportunity, such as this,
to sit and regale each other,
Fervently summarize
ever important lives,
judge their successes
and failures
against a familiar tapestry.

He listens as though hearing fails,
The tellings filtered through a gauze
time wrapped about his mind
interjecting
Thoughts about what was
and could have been;
About her.
How long?
Who could remember,
heartache spans time
so effortlessly

They drone on
occasionally breaking his reverie
with sharply annunciated questions
Near Screams
Pats on the leg
ensure his attention
On the moment
Not the past.
Winks and knowing looks
pass back and forth,
an acknowledgement of wit
and delicacy, and tact so necessary
for dealing with the aged and enfeebled
An affront to a strong mind
in a worn shell.

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