and...
when the time arrives to the day of gray
hard of hearing, brittle *****
sitting in silence, what can you say
captive to your lost thoughts alone

and...
when the clock slows down in time
friends swept under the rug
dimming of memory, melting candle light
waiting to succumb

and...
this will happen on the cuff
those lucky to survive
placed out of the way if you live long enough
for the remainder of this so called life