In the twilight zone
Two bodies in shrills
Parents of some one

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As the night falls
Shivering old age
In the grip of fear

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Like migrating birds
Parents oscillate
Between progeny

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A week long waiting
For a weekly phone call
Quivering oldies

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Greenery
Growing fast in old age homes
Dollars manure in wide spreads

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The roots getting
Dried
As parents wail around

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Let dusk be dragged
To dawn
Another day in precincts