Yesterday, I thought about death closing in
ordinarily I have no fears, no regrets
with no one on earth to grieve for me
which I’m kind of glad about
I don’t want to bring any sadness
when I pass away on any day
despite feeling young and quite well
but, unexpectedly, when I thought of my death
I felt a tinge of sadness
despite being alone, I felt some attachment
to my now reclusive existence
an existence where each day brings
the possibility of more age-related health problems
the reality of the body and the mind breaking down
like an old machine of months over eighty years
the gears worn down, the mechanics outdated
the machine no longer fixable, the machine dead.
Bob Boyd