It's no laughing matter
To watch them
As they age
And see their stolen faces
As the decades
Stake their claim -
From the jaded grace of reason
To waste in faded youth
Through truth and education
In fear of ringing bells
Toward need and sheltered worries
Through unions bound to clash
Births as bold as grieving
Or reality hard and fast.
They are sums of bare necessity
A fall from golden hills
Husks of sheer monotony
Tolls of righteous wills.
They are elders
They are follies
They are grayness made to stay
In extremes
And polar meanings
In doldrums made of pasts.
This hell they seek in fortunes
Their comforts built in ease -
They shield
The deepest nothing
From eyes of
Skeptic shells
As bound to spinning circles
As the ones who reared their name
In price and aggravation
To a fault of passing genes.
Someday
We will get there
In homes and steady death
Comforted
By the relic
Of paychecks once employed
Numbers bent on breaking
Hours meant to wait
Laws engaged to limits
And bodies cold as brass
Eroded from our sentence
On God's belabored sea
Like sand below our eyelids
In circles pink and dry
As islands
From each other
With oceans on all sides
Some to call us family
Others drift as friends
But in the sinking
Of our shoreline
They all float back
Again.
- J. Pigno
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