A documentary poem linked to dVerse poetics…
Eighty-six years young,
energetic octogenarian
on outing with daughter
and husband, who can
vouch as eye-witnesses,
was seen walking around
the stockyards, up and
down stairs holding rails,
shared smoked turkey legs,
even stayed for evening
rodeo past usual bedtime.
Months later, following
corona-virus outbreak,
an old man walks out of
his assisted living home,
slips off curb behind his
parked car, recovers, sells
said vehicle, exchanges
for walker to roam halls
takes two naps daily,
even loses weight from
not eating well alone,
zoom marks 87th year.
a poem in my pocket 
Nov 12, 2020 @ 14:35:55
I’m so sorry. That was a quick set back. Hard for him and his family.
Nov 12, 2020 @ 17:22:45
Yes, it’s been difficult for my dad 😦
Nov 12, 2020 @ 19:42:56
I am so sorry. Bless his heart.
Nov 12, 2020 @ 12:34:11
All the beautifully accrued imagery of health and vigor, reduced to what’s left after sickness, the exchange of car to walker, activity for naps, makes this that much more moving and powerful. The wealth of detail, Lynn, drives the sad reality home.
Nov 12, 2020 @ 17:23:13
thanks for reading, Dora
Nov 12, 2020 @ 12:17:04
Ageing is so very difficult for so many. And this Covid has made it all the more so. I pray he is loved by those around him.
Nov 11, 2020 @ 19:07:45
How sad for him. I feel for the aged community who must isolate themselves from their family due the pandemic. I am sure the isolation and loneliness are hard to bear.