GREYNESSNESS TO EYES

There is greyness in my eyes that wasn't there before

A touch of cloudy vision and blurred lines

As if age is slapping me with recognition for the very first time

Now all I see is day's light that almost fades away

Nights blackened darkness that comes sooner that it should

Lingers longer than it should

And comes back more eager than it should

There are memories I almost don't remember

Significant thoughts that come as quickly as they live

If I could I would jot them down

But there is weakness to joints

Frail bones

There are strands of grey entangled along my black shrub that dresses my skull

There is grey lines to my vision now

If I fall I can't bring myself to stand

If I sit

If I lay me down

If I bend, there are bones that won't straighten up with a fight

It is on this days when I find that I like the sun on my back and soil on hands

I like weeds off my garden if I can remove them myself

I'll let the sun set on my bent head

Just so I can give my garden relief

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