what hurts most
about growing old are not the achesas naggingly sharp as they areor the loss of energy through the dayor the slipping memory of a momentand the blunt nostalgia whenmemory doesn't fail
what hurts most is the neglectthe existential clarityof being irrelevantlike a man waiting for a busthat never arrivesand would go nowhere if it did
--Charles Deemer
Sunday, July 25, 2010
what hurts most (a poem)
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