Race For Life Poem by Jacson Gelato

In this little town I live
I see many young girls and boys
walking together
kissing as and when they desire,
on the same streets
I see old men and women
with white hair walking slowly,
holding on to their walking sticks
for support and movement,
in their other hand they clutch
their shopping bag filled with sundries
perhaps groceries as it seems heavy
as their shoulder is tilting on one side;
it is gratefulness they hold towards life
as men by vices and virtues live
as women by teens and means passes
and old age by themselves they manage
to reach a serene end.
And, as those young and old
in the contest of love and survival
compete for tomorrow's grace
they forget the care their elders need at home,
my eyes in search of morality and duty roves
asking myself will I be able to escape
a similar fate when my age reaches its peak
I shudder and pull my bed sheet over my face
and slumber to sleep
as with this sight I see everyday
my heart oscillates beyond belief.