I am humiliated by this decay,
its dragged moments I can’t avoid,
it lessens me, I will slope away,
to be cloaked in the duvet’s void:
There my limbs are less employed,

as am I, in a short-lived suspense,
over sleep-engineered springs,
to a place of brief recompense;
but with my being there I shrink,
my devaluation, one lasting thing.


2 thoughts on “Value

  1. Thank you for your his poem. Having to deal with Parkinson since end 2012 at 53 years while still working, the poem indcates perfectly the daily struggle. regards René

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