It’s safe.
Swallow that and try to believe it will be ok.
Inside still, nothing has changed.
Although physically I have been removed from the reality,
I am not gone.

The young ones,
they move on quickly.
Accepting whatever life asks
without regret.
They don’t look back.
They seem to quickly forget.
I assume that’s not true, but for them reality is simply,
“what’s next?”
They have a tomorrow,
so today may not be so good
and yesterday, I soon shall forget.
That’s their safety net,
tomorrow and the sense not to reflect.

Age is a doom
more than death.
For what comes with age,
is the reality you can’t forget.
They say, “it’s safe now”,
but in my mind,
I have only cheated death.
 

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