Fear
we grow old and fear
arrives disguised as worry,
it is childlike and at first
not taken seriously,
worry wears an infectious
smile that none find easy
to resist,
clad in jester’s robes
worry flits busily
from family to friend,
stroking faces with
the lightest touch
to leave its feint
heinous watermark,
once all are anointed,
fear begins its evil gambit
and removes us worried
players, piecemeal, from
the board game that is life
© GRS 11/24
Graham Sherwood
Fri 1st Nov 2024 10:00
Some of my nearest and dearest are either going or fading fast! Most are cloaked by a faux-humorous concern that thinly clothes their real fear and I felt the need to record this.