At the threshold of age, I crumble
My eye’ve lost their gleam
And my voice its thunder,
Yet, my frail hands beckon.
Can you hear me?
In all vulnerability,I fumble
Seeking to be held
by the little fingers
That were in yesteryears entwined in mine.
Can you not hear me?
My fevered brow, trembles-
Awaiting a tender touch, a caress
Fancying a gift, from your precious spool of time
Yet, your eyes glimpse not at mine.
Can you not hear me?
My heart rumbles
Albeit, oft less ferociously,
Panting like a pard, to readily devour
Each moment gained.
Can you not hear me?
Why? Pray, why do you not hear me?
Or, is it loneliness engulfing me
In a desert of monotony, a void of nothingness,
That threatens to destroy me?
Yet, I repeatedly beseech,
” Can you hear me?”
Perchance, I am lost in a soliloquy.
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