An Ageing Thought Poem by Edwina Reizer

I would rather it be I, not you
That will leave this life and say adieu.
For to be left alone without you near
Is the biggest toll on my mind I fear.

I try not to dwell on it but in the back of my mind
As we get older it's harder I find
To erase it from my everyday thought.
And so I know peace can't be bought.

Who in the world decides these things?
Separation anxiety in my psyche rings
And chimes ' All's not fair in life and love.'
It never could be. It never was.

The lucky one is the one that leaves first.
The one that's left is dry with a thirst
That never again can be filled to the brim.
Usually it's the her, not the him.

And if the Gods were kind and fair
This would not be the case. They'd be aware
That leaving one behind, either you or I
Is not the way that we should die.