you see them

you see them, thin
boned,
white haired and bent
at the supermarket.

leaning on canes,
or wheeled about, they
have
lived
their life, now it's
fumes.

the end days of making
due,
with smiles from those
who visit

when convenient or pass
them by.

what is there to say,
or to do,

in time a young man or
woman
will pull them from
their beds, off the tiled
floors,
from tubs gone cold,

off steps,

and take them away.
the honey of life is so brief.

the end, so bittersweet
and long.