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Jul 2018
(a cluster of 10w)
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daylight glares...melts shadows
revealing those stilled,
and those living
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puffs of breath
could signify a desire
to still exist
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some breathe erratically
amidst suffocating airs,
fighting,
unwilling to die
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there're those breathing,
but, oblivious of everything,
themselves......deliberately,
forgotten
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senile...scared...lonely
committed to indifferent homes
left languishing
abandoned
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no longer exhaling gratitude
for, they're considered
dead...and...gone    
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what're they thinking,
when they're with that
loneliest faraway look?
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while wilting in confusion...do thoughts
about tomorrow visit them?

....aiming....meaning to defy death?
to again, catch precious breath?
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Sally

© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
  July 31,  2018
Years ago, my group and I visited a facility for the aged.
we brought food, drinks...and did tai chi with them...
There, I first opened my eyes....to grim realities about homes and family,
and senility.....and other issues regarding old age.
Sally A Bayan
Written by
Sally A Bayan  F/Manila, Philippines
(F/Manila, Philippines)   
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