Tho
I hardly can hear you for the roar of our present, I see you
gesture, are you calling my name?
Certainly
you might have something to say, so what can you tell me, I’ve got
like a minute today
Surely
after all of your time, a wisdom remains, or is it just creaking
bones and memories that fade
God
knows I never dreamed that I should even listen but now I might have
learned just enough to ask
What
can you tell me I could carry off a bit better than say, a couple
handfuls of dripping water
Is
the only real difference between us the short times left before we
both have departed for good?
Surely
there’s more to your life than medications, dietary restrictions
and lost forget-me-not lists
So
what keeps you going now, day after day? Did you at last distill some
wisdom from out of this blur
Now
that you finally escaped from the ratrace, please tell me – What is
it that I am still working for?
And,
have you at last had time to actually determine whether, in fact, you
are coming or going
I
thought I should ask you, cause sometimes I’ve actually considered
that it all may simply be futile
For
the older I get the faster my employers write off my little, but
wasted, economic usefulness
What
do you say - are there still things I need to see, or do you spend
all of your time safe in the past
I
know it may take a while but please try to get back to me before your
kids warehouse you for good
Did
you take anything from those who came before you or should I ignore
you too, exactly the same
Wait,
I think you might have been saying something but with all of our
noise, I could not quite copy
Likely
you’ve developed some reasonable conclusion regarding your
onrushing eternal disappearance
Tell
me of the great lessons you take from all of the nonsense pounded
ceaselessly into your head
Never
needed your advice on living but perhaps you can give me your take on
preparing for departure
Wait,
let me lean close, for your voice has grown faint, yet it looks as if
your lips may still be moving
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