2020 has not aged well

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.





36 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. poetrybydebi
    Nov 12, 2020 @ 14:35:55

    I’m so sorry. That was a quick set back. Hard for him and his family.


  2. Dora
    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.


  3. lillian
    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.


  4. Grace
    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.


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