Sunday with Dave: We Old Guys

“We Old Guys”

Before the curb,
a decline in will,
when aged men fight,
we struggle for dead air.

I, in witness,
look to my inner time,
to the accumulated rage,
the cyclical fury.
The aftermath reminds me
that each memory
veils a death
in my living,
which is why we fight,
looking decrepit and foolish.
Running from the sense nothing persists,
hiding from our terror of dying,
we flail as if not fearing defeat,
nor caring youth has left us alone.

© Dave Arenas “We Old Guys” 4/22/2008

© Dave Arenas “We Old Guys” Short Stack Story Time 2015

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