Being Old Poem by GUY MAGGIO

was drinking coffee one fine day the winter of 2004, as I day dream of better days ahead -in came a middle age women carrying an aged woman, may have been her grand mother, I did hear the middle age women call to her as gram. While I was sitting and watching all that take place, I said to my self, did she know where she is? or what is around her? gram? Her mind and body took on a death face from the grave, could she had known her future in her young days? Is there a mirror that will not tell the truth? If soo please give her one that she may see herself back in time when she was in her 20s, looking and feeling like that she did back then. Should she ask the good Lord to take her sooner? The Old womans head was looking down to the floor, looking for Hell to take her away? The young women was saying don't eat that toy, it's not food! what? why? when? did she lost her mind? Time came they had to leave, the young women was dragging her on the floor to take her home. She passed my way with death following her, waiting and waiting for the day she takes her last breath. My life flashed in front of me, who will take care of me in 35 years from now. Ohh Please someone stop the marching of time, should we all try to run and hide? Nothing will stop it until it will take you down. In the beginning we were to live forever and not understand death but you see what sin has done to all of us? Look at her and understand we are dying and heading where the sun will not warm our faces, the joy of living is taken away from us each and every day until we look in the mirror and see no more 20s but a death mask. Please stop time, ohh please STOP! ! ! You are killing us all.

Guy Maggio