Resigned Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Lost capacity to imagine someone listening,
people are ideas in the mind - and my mind
stopped conjuring people - I am two typing
hands, two unfocused eyes and a voice out
of tune, music gone, becoming a maddened
Vivaldi spring

I cannot imagine any benevolent intelligent
energy creating worlds, manifesting in every
being, reality being 4 walls and TV repeating
Top Gear - I want one thing only: translating
for a salary - today does not count because
we all work

To provide for that terrible time when we shall
be forced to live in decaying bodies - no-one
allowed to plan their own death with grace -
waiting like dumb animals for the last bell to
toll - while modern medicine gobbles up the
amassed wealth

We did not enjoy in our youth - we keep
working, losing all feeling - luckily the
pain is gone - the main obstacle to
being resigned with life…