Old Men Fading

The old gas pump

that once filled us up for a dollar

now catches the eye of artists

as do old car wrecks left in a field

as do trees decaying

their stumps especially appealing

as do old boats

their skeletons  near the shore.

 

All of these have more appeal

than old men  fading

and lying on their beds

with helplessness personified.

 

No artist will come my way

when I’m unable

to come to him or her

because I’m losing my appeal

and will be less appealing

tomorrow and the day after.

 

I’m not a valuable antique.

 

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