The fear lingers on
As the days turn to night
The silence is deafening
Nobody to share the plight
A faceless day is born
The months come and go
There is no track of time
As life has lost its flow
Monotony has its shades
Irrelevance is the norm
Even churlish behaviour
Is embraced with open arms
Living in the distant past
Where the thought belongs
Present losing its clarity
Future offering faceless forms
Raising a family
Was a balancing act
A job done with dignity
Providing just enough, in fact
There were no frills
Planning was apt
All was done well
Without a drop of debt
The early golden years
Providing lots of flavour
There was a bit of travel
New cities to savour
That is all in the past now
The walls are getting tall & thin
A feeling of claustrophobia
And claws of fear, closing in
The loneliness is intense
Those around cannot relate
They have a job to do
And leave you to your fate
Those closest to you
Are living their daily strives
One day we will also grow old
And reminisce the cycle of life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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