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THE END OF THE LINE
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Private Notes
Notes
Greying hair
And jaws slackening
With drool
Belonging to those
Salivating for their youth.
Glinting still
And mouth
Pursed in a thick
Line
Fingers shaking
When previously
Pointed
Flowers
Remind them of death
Packages delivered
Of coffins transported to graveyards
For their final
Arrival
Paper
Of the final letter,
Note,
Testament
To loved ones
But the lines
Are hard
And straight
Thick
And congealed.
Like the joints
Which are too stiff to move
The flowers
Only wilt
Packages are only
The silverware
Ordered direct
From the warehouse
Letters only those from people who want
The Money
All the beauty
Fades
And the last years
Are as unmemorable
As the first
Lost in the haze
Of senility
And loathing
Rest in Eternity
You will find no peace
In the ground.
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Wow, this is tragic. It's like they say, beauty fades. Our physical being is irrelevant compared to our soul.
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And yet we pay so much attention to being "beautiful". Great one Zoe!
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Thanks!
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This is a very real and honest look at the perspective of those growing old. Great piece!
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Thank you so much Miranda, appreciate it!
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It does doesn’t it. Thank you for the comment.