All Blur

 

when the wrinkles arrive. Life sped up,

like it’s been injected with giddy up

juice.

Your friends die off week by week.

Every day another pain in your legs,

arms, hands.

You eat less and less, nap more and

more. Life’s a rush like you wished

it would be in your twenties. Now

it makes you wonder how you found

time to go to work and bring up bairns.

And afore your watery eyes folk rush

past as if they rung see thee, like tha

invisible and its all tha can do to not

shart, “Aye up, av not gone yet tha

knows” and wake up middle of street.

via Daily Prompt: Blur

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