the world of the elderly

The world of an elderly person


Lately, when going to the garage, open the door
to drive my car out into the street, I feel nervous
and unsure, asking myself questions about my
ability to drive that I might be past this simple
knowledge
Nervous translates into action hands are jerky
I drive and brake too often  at the traffic lights,
hesitate, my hands are moist with sweat
I sit in a dark room, open and close, my fists with
ease, I get up off the chair, sit down, and get up
many times, my knees are bendable and hurt not.
Is this the end of the line sitting in the park; will
a kind person, help me to cross the road
The other day when I passed a man walking his
a dog that sensed weakness and animals are ready to kill the weakest pray
The owner told the dog to be quiet, yet it's head and growled once more
Dogs have no empathy nature, made them killers that, when tamed, become man's trusted servant
there is a dance competition on the TV. I get up and dance in the room and ask myself, why is that when outside, I lose my calm and feel feeble