Being Mortal Book Review

“Tell your secret to the wind, but don’t blame it for telling the trees.” – Kahlil Gibran

 

Working with

two badass

females

consultants and lawyers

Who

Showed Me

What They Could

 

Busing tables and bearing witness

to senior abuse at the nursing “home”

Bearing Abuse from

Vets With

Missing

Limbs

War Heros

Torn Ligaments

Who only knew my name

When it was

Nigger And Girl

They remembered my cousin’s

 

She made them.

 

American Seniors

never live alone

When they do,

that’s where they pass.

 

Neighbors don’t talk

They didn’t even know

What happened as you aged

In this modern world

With no

Children

One Son

Two Daughters

One Daughter

Two Sons

 

Almost Eternal Youth

Themselves

Who

Were

Warned

To Hire Help

And Prioritize

 

Raising their own fa mi lie s

Succeeding in their declining lives Career

 

Over

Being present for their babies

And so cannot Raise their grandparents

A business of its own

 

When your sooo fucking old

You pack memories into ice

turn them this way

And that

Smoking clove cigarettes and swindling colors

Was all you ever learned to do well.

 

Still can’t bring yourself to care

Because you don’t really  want to remember

 

The Pain

Of

What

Freedom

Felt

Like

 

Ancient old women

Who knit afghans

And whittle pottery

 

And doodle nonsense

And murmur stories

to the wind

 

I felt dementia In My Mind

Walked Into A Room

Stared for minutes

Couldn’t

Remember

What I came

For

But still though poems

Googled think pieces

 

Ancient Old Men

Do what they can

to stay virulent

Still leer at young

cats

Pick fresh

pickles

But Who

Will listen to you babble?

The partner

You Never Found

Died of Boredom

From

Your

Bullshit

And the One

You’ve Always Had

Already

memorized

Every one of your stupid ass stories

 

I almost always respected my elders,

Especially

when I knew they were wrong.

 

The Cult of You (th)

Infected almost the entire world

Neu Visions for aging

And

Stemming Dying

As Well

 

You can re-mix being old

as much as you want

you still old

As Hell

Can you remember the days of your youth?

When you were careless and free? Too careless, too free,

 

We

Sometimes

Listened \\

To

Our

Elders

 

But knew

Age is but a number

You can’t up add

At a glance

 

I was the only one counting

The 40 virgins stay being crusty old men

 

Wealthy Billionaires

Enjoy

Your

[         ]

As the

Twilight

Dawns

And

Cataract’d Eyes

Dim

 

The

Illegitimate

Houses of

Scheming

Selfish

Queens

And Their

Abusive

Mad

Kings

 

Are Always Destined

To Reign

Themselves

Into

The

Ground

 

https://www.amazon.com/Being-Mortal-Medicine-What-Matters-ebook/dp/B00JCW0BCY

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0405422/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anchorman:_The_Legend_of_Ron_Burgundy

https://www.verywell.com/age-related-diseases-2223996

http://www.embarrassingproblems.com/problem/wind/farting-belching-reasons

http://changingaging.org/author/wthomas/

http://gameofthrones.wikia.com/wiki/Cersei_Lannister

http://gameofthrones.wikia.com/wiki/Robert_Baratheon

http://health.usnews.com/best-nursing-homes

http://www.hhnmag.com/articles/7560-hospitals-expanding-their-global-reach

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