what to do with this(age)

when all you know has faded
only you remember-widow,widower
another faster age has slipped into the drivers seat
leaving a certain physical helplessness as passengers
Elders are not treated well(unless rich-
like at a will,magnetically attracted
to the prospects of pickings,friends found
are never seen at poverty funerals
Burn my body!Donate organs!
Whatever works to forestall this slow negligence
There is aliveness within this skeleton dance!
My older eyes have storied lines
My speech is stuttering syllables
Yet steam has passed to tourist train sundays
And new nuclear families split the proceeds
We dream solo shadows,sip thin soup
Sleep no longer necessary as we dip into these years
You have not the time to listen as we talk
You have appointments to forestall your fears
One day you will be small blanket single bed
One day you will be less.Right now,you wonder what to do
with all these shadows that collect.Like memories,i expect
you will forget.Elder shadows for the fire or framed garage sales
Hold us in your hands.We are you with years ahead
And only backwards to remember
On April 21,2010