Now existing solely on borrowed time

But the loan carries a horrifying interest rate

From adulation to ignominious insignificance is a high price to pay.

Regrets and nostalgia for before often trigggered by frequent funerals

Each demise a painful thrust through the heart.

Relations' irritation that the loan has not yet been extinguished

Scorned for inevitable small inadequacies or vanished names

Sensation of being the last obsolete dinosaur

Prestige, status and respect diminishing with the years.

 

The dreaded icy metal wheelchair mockingly flipping footflaps

with a gleefully malevolent grin, waiting at the end of the steep stony path.

Life become like a dull party, attended out of obligation, not by choice

But no escape, lacking a plausible excuse to thank and run away.

Should be accepted as inevitable, even fortunate compared to some

But indeed a bitter, burning placebo to swallow, with no cure possible.

Preferable perhaps to seek a Final Solution, but would mean spurning a unique gift.