Poem #2,741 | I’m so aware of this frailty

I’m so aware of this frailty
that curls round my heart
within arcs of loneliness –
I fear auld age’s curtailing
of opportunity to live new
moments on other shores
& in others’ arms [I will be
found without] – Days tick
by & I only talk to Alexa – I
have my one-sided time &
miss no one [my fool-trick
brag to survive] – I will not
reap a happiness from my
muted days – surely not ‘til
every echo chamber refills
with a new song [yet sung]
will this time be bearable –
I hear less from auld choirs
[& know that choristers fail
more] – I will perform solo