I watch the days go by now.


I didn’t used to.


Back awhile ago
I was involved with many things
and my hours were consummed.


Now I sit and watch clocks and calenders
and pill containers becoming empty.


Now I’m mostly into waiting –
and for what I do not know.


What saves me in this shrinking world
is the abilty I still have
to write of things
that wander in my mind
and force me to translate.


This seems to be my fate
as many decades end
a very ordinary life.

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