Look at the elderly.

You know what you'll see?

Folks who are getting

new hips and new knees.

You'll see that some of them

are losing their minds.

Many are facing

cruel financial binds.

There's doctor appointments,

and prescription pills.

Rising blood pressure.

Ever rising bills.

You'll see lots of wrinkles.

Waves of sagging skin.

A war against age

which they cannot win.

If these things are a hint

of what we will be,

then I do not wish

to be elderly.

A pedestrian walks down a busy street with one thought. "I must arrive at my destination." 

A writer walks down the same busy street with many thoughts. "Who lives and works behind those doors. Fifty years ago. Fifty years from now. What monsters lurk in the shadows.

An unnoticed nickle on the ground. A window, a table, two chairs, a couple falling in love. A lone soul, hands in pocket, head down, shoulders bent, everything lost.

A boy and his scruffy dog running down an alleyway. Bumper to bumper traffic, anger, happiness, laughing, yelling."

To a writer, every thing they observe is a prop for their stories.

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