What we don’t want to say

There’s something in the faces of the old
Transparency, the seeing of the  soul
A little light that shines out from within
A candle burning through the flesh so thin

Everything is taken   but their bones
A little flesh is stretched out  to atone
Till after death the skeleton lies bare
A challenge to the young whose eyes close there

Now in Lockdown we  learn that we are lame
We live upon the cliff edge of our pain
Nothing seems secure, we can’t defend
We see the naked truth that all will end

Forced to see what we don’t want to  say
We fall upon the ground , our   knees give way

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