Some Mornings

Some mornings When you are over eighty, the medics lose interest in your health, I used to see the heart specialist every six months and check diabetes every three months now they have stopped seeing me. It is like they think, what the heck he is old enough anyway. Not that I care sitting all day indoors looking out of the window seeing life lived as a spectator. The phone doesn´t ring anymore and the few friends I had are dead or in the bosom of AA, their life has been reduced going to meeting keeping their morale up. Listening to the endless yammer of self - obsessed people talking about themselves their goal is sobriety, and they spend rest of their life cocooned in safety while dreaming of whiskey. We old people are so ugly we walk ungainly, and we have forgotten to live in the day. We have lived our life lost the zest and our laughter when we laugh, is a scream of despair