The cinders had sharp edges, to the light touch
But feeling them too hard, they turned to black dust.
Too close to the fire, brought on by the long drought.
Blackened and bone dry, the life had all dried out
As we grow older, more sharp edges appear
We chase others away, so not to get near.
Hearts turn to small figs old bones dry out too
Heat from a different source we become blue
When you pass old grumpy people throughout your day
Push them aside, warn them, “Get out of the way!”
Hose them down, tell them, “I’ve got a life too!”
“I’ll give you a reason, reasons to turn blue!”
© 2011 Michael Yost
All too often this is the take we leave our elders with… yet, gentle tender hands held ours as babes.
no i think all too often that becomes our reality…yet we dont fear it until we are there ourselves…
Agreed and my mom went thru dementia for 5 years before dying. Our medical histories are almost identical up to this point in my life and It is scarey.
Not a good end. It’s getting to be like Logan’s Run. I fear that ending is not too far away.
Good sc fi flick. Could you imagine being a sandman? Thanks for stopping by Holly.
“As we grow older, more sharp edges appear
We chase others away, so not to get near.”
After reading that, it makes me think I’m old. Well done, booguloo. I like the playful title as well. (Sorry to hear your mom went through dementia).
It does happen to us all sooner or later. Thanks Dustus. Gratitude accepted and given.
Self-defense and self-destruction seem to often walk hand-in-hand. Sadly true. You must have been reading my mind the past few days …
Yes they do. There seems to be a current that a lot of us are surfing these past few weeks.
LOL, spirited work.
Thanks Steve. Looking at your 3 word writing as a possibility.