by Persis M. Karim
Which comes first?
The slow decline
of the body,
the sag of tissue
and skin
or the dull memory
that eats away
at sureness
just below
the bone?
Listen to: Old Age
Old Age
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An emotionally powerful poem.
Persis, I like your poem very much. Thanks for sharing.
tomorrow creeps in
day by day …
the joints
of my memory
age and ache
Chen-ou