Skin cracked and fading

Hair black but greying

Unable to get up and move past the craving

Of more time and young life

Mind finally blanking

My son or daughter giving the final goodbye

But I’m not really sure of today or tomorrow

It just mixes and blends unable to tell them apart

But that’s when slumber kicks in and I don’t really remember why...


This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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