HOW DOES IT FEEL?

Not just the title to a great Bob Dylan Song but a description of aging, sickness with you and those around you weakening daily.

How does it feel
To be on your own
With No Direction Home
Like a rolling stone.

Or a recent poem  says it  with more  humor:

While I Was Sleeping by Olivia Stiffler my daughter's hair turned gray. Great nieces and nephews returned from college some with degrees some with babies some with the same bad habits. My granddaughter wore a boyfriend handcuffed to her wrist. My husband grew cataracts and seemed confused. As was I waking to this drama having skipped whole scenes afraid of the set-change crew. "While I Was Sleeping" by Olivia Stiffler from Hiding in Plain Sight. © Olivia Stiffler. Dos Madres, 2017