by R. Martin Basden
As if we could change things
end of life issues weigh heavily
on those who hobble into senior status
count pills more numerous than classmates
spend precious time wishing that
mundane would undress
and usher something startling
to sunrise
instead somewhere
between invincibility and purpose
mortality sneaks up behind you
jerks your pants to your ankles
points
and laughs
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