aging keeps trying to take him down
almost like the death of a thousand cuts
different maladies keep accosting him
his ticker works less and less efficiently
his sleep is increasingly disturbed
the quality of his life is diminishing
he cannot walk without a walker
his mind is becoming more fuzzy
his voice is becoming weaker
he fears a nursing home is his future
he knows he can’t be institutionalized
he’d rather die than end like that
he prays for death to rescue him

bob boyd