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Oct 2016
Gerontology

Sitting in the car
Mulling over near and far,
There
And what is definitely here:

Youth cannot ‘feel’ eighty-two.  Doctors too.
Your doctor, my…
So many symptoms pass them by.
‘Tis pity, for ‘tis
I who suffer, study,
Face to face with, analyze.
Use self through trial and t-error,
I who ponder, for I must,
There being no one I dare trust
(except for God unseen
who has the charge of body mine).
Nonetheless, geron (Greek for old man)
Plus –ology (the study of)
Is what is needed in our time,
Oxymoron though it sounds, and given that
The young can never feel out
Time’s dealing out,
Apprentice doctors in their prime
Should get to know the facts of age,
The pages, wages of real life,
For theory is theory,
A fact that disappoints me
Visit after visit,
Closeted by slow decline
When I am looking for relief.

Gerontology 10.18.2016
Circling Round Aging;
Arlene Corwin
Written by
Arlene Corwin  Sweden
(Sweden)   
213
   Doug Potter
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