Once a brilliant mind of society
now looked over no longer a commodity
yesterdays news
an ancient artifact that can only be viewed in certain settings
behind smudged plexi glass
I fear the days coming when I'm passed over
identified as senile an decrepit
elderly minds once revered as a beacon of great wisdom
As someone who has survived great travesties
my mind an unexplored territory of world history
poor old man greeted with irritation
he keeps dialing, but no one answers
he sits babbling in confusion
compassion has no room in a busy office
fixing the sick instead of nurturing the spirit
we slowly wither away
dropping off each a wilted rose pedal
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