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I am tinnitus

complex old  
childhood a long time ago
all is heard are closing doors
life just ground floor chores
 
of yesterdays in faded print
anecdotes to make friends yawn not grin
the walking sticks relentless tap
when age blind panic tips its hat
 
the maze that is dementia's way
with good reason drives a wedge
disabled and infirmed with gout
to toast before the gas runs out
 
retirement flyers and knowing looks
an epitaph of empathy carried like a corpse
loneliness its cancer without cure
its visits are so regular
 
tempis fugit a slippery slope
last memorial on a suicide note
self administered euthanasia's last step  
a dose that hangs on a cliff edge
 
to step upon deaths welcome mat
I am the me of future years mishaps
side step and dance to fates sharp claws
and jam the spring on deaths trapdoor
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