She sits
in her wheelchair; wide-eyed
trying to remember what the hell
is so important about the zoo.
People pass and she
is left struggling
to find a face she knows.
Where am I?
Why am I here?
Who are these people?
The questions never change.
Old age leaves us alone in
our togetherness, alone with
the echoes in our head. Echoes
we have been trying not
to hear - ALL OUR LIVES.
12 January 1995
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