When Age Comes Poem by Gert Strydom

When Age Comes



When age comes
claims its toll with small pipes
that are attached the mouth and nose,
with thin legs and knees
covered by a blanket,
with eyes staring as if captured
then to still be living becomes a burden.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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