This Way to the Egress
My generation is leaving
one at a time, more lately.
Yes, we’ll be around awhile,
but those left are slowing down.
Like me, writing short stories,
not novels, and short poetry.
Though, at this time, not sharp
enough to research non-fiction,
I’m sad for the loss of knowledge,
however flawed or out of date.
Recorded facts do not have
all our individual memories,
how each life was perceived.
To misquote a favorite quote:
we were rocks that sat up
and looked around.
Eleanor Michael has published poetry and short stories in a variety of venues.