Imagine
Imagine lying still
…embarrassingly raining on bed
…turning baby through the age of adulthood
Your will broken by your can’t
II
Imagine,
Imagine losing the light in your eyes
…and having to live with same things in abstraction
…losing sight of all the attractions
III
Imagine
Imagine losing the miles in your legs
…to the abrupt stoppage of locomotion
Seeing motion in many
…and not having any
IV
Imagine
Imagine losing the sound in your ears
…asking mouths to shout
…to catch but a little of its products
…fearing the whispers that pass you by
V
Imagine,
Imagine losing
…all the memories you’ve worked for
…by living years of toil and pain
…through the tearing of forgetfulness
…and landing in the lost sphere of Alzeheimers
VI
Imagine
Imagine having none to lend a hand
…when growth gives you a weakness injection
…leaving you helpless with noticeable flaws
…which claw at your heart
…attracting negative tags of liabilities
Nothing can be fearful like the hunt of age
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 29, 2019
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