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September 18, 2023

The Walking Wounded

By Nolo Segundo

The Walking Wounded

I see us everywhere anymore,
at the supermarket or the mall,
moving slowly, often cane-less
(old folks can be vain too) along
a sidewalk like lost zombies, and
of course every time I visit one
of the plethora of doctors I rely
upon to keep my cracking body
and creaking heart working…

Why did I not see old people
when I was young?
They must have been there,
in my world of swiftness and
sex, of sprawling on a beach or
dancing under the boardwalk
or driving fast enough to
challenge death itself -- but
when I saw old people -- and it
seemed rare back then -- it was
like watching a scene from an
old black-and-white movie,
not quite real, even quaint --

I liked old people and I loved
my Nana and Pop-Pop, but only
now in my 8th decade do I know
how much they had to put up with
in living a long life, how time has
a tendency to whittle away your
strength and confidence and grace,
shrinking your bones, drying out
your joints, slowing your brain
and poking holes -- oh, so many
holes in your memory…

I am not as fond of old people
now I am one -- it is the young
I now see fondly --
but they can’t see me…

Article © Nolo Segundo. All rights reserved.
Published on 2023-06-05
Image(s) are public domain.
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