Why They Argue
They argued, firing ugly words back and forth
Just their pain talking–
The pain of staying alive
Of knowing they’re closer to death than life
Picking scabs from old wounds
Making them bleed
Blood is life
Why not make yourself bleed
Growing old isn’t easy
Everything you thought you were falls apart
They bicker because they’re falling apart –
Cell by cell, breath by breath
Sometimes breathing is even too hard
Eventually the arguing stops
That’s when you know–
The end is near
‘Growing old isn’t easy.’ Yes, it takes some experience, and even then, …!?
Old age, sickness, and death. What fun!
Borut: Thanks. Yes, and even then…
Dan: So true, so true…Thanks!
“do not go gentle into that good night…”
I like the ending..figuratively speaking!
Love your poetry! Thank you for stopping by.
Polona: Yes indeed. Thanks.
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Liquid: Thanks. Yes, I know…Hope you are well.