surrender not
my dignity
the one thing
you won't take from me
i can no longer drive
myself around
i have to bus
my way around town
you've taken my home
my memories
a lifetime of items
you took from me
you moved me in
an apartment small
far from my family
far from you all
my garden now
a few pots of clay
a remote control
rules my day
i watch the sun
set in the west
a tearful eye
like all the rest
but
surrender not
my dignity
though all else is gone
i refuse to surrender me
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contrived
Poetrysometimes life is contrived. My thoughts and observations on aging.