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Jul 12, 2015

DIMINISHING

Attention drifts from what is said
and eyes go to the morning sky
or maybe toward these hills instead.
Why is it I cannot cry?

A small crowd come together here
mostly of further reduced family
or older folks who were held dear
gathered at the cusp of eternity.

I've been to these too oft before
beside deep holes or in high places
each time aching in my soul
bidding farewell to cold mortal traces.

Each time another piece of me
is permanently torn away
to that place which we can't see.
Why is it I can't cry today?

About This Poem

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: South Carolina, United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Frost

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Eduardo Cruz

Why, because we realize that it's our own mortality we're looking at.
So, it's the fear of it that stops us from crying as we get older.
when we lose some one we cry, but when we know that we're getting to the top of the list we begin to think of ourselves in the scheme of things.

I like the thought in this. at 61yrs. I realize there is some much more I want to do, so no time for tears or regret, there is only doing that matters with the time that is left.

Eddie C.

S

I did not realize we are the same age lol. Both paid up members of the old far6t's club! Thanks for taking the time to hobble on by for a read............stan

L

Being a bit older than you, I can easily relate to this theme and its meanings for seniors! Great work as always my friend!