ring beside me through the snow
into my chest and sink below
my lungs and push out a breath
that i've kept...
from long ago.
colors in my clothing fade,
the soul gets old as the shoe decays,
have you put enough dollar bills away
and yet I feel the creases graze
across my eyes each passing day
like the sound of kitchen plastic
in my hand.
not from age, from walking on
a crooked ladder whereupon
I balance, weary, grasping at
made of sand.
and so i stumble, shuffle down
from suit to white, hospital gown
with pictures freezing memories
the mind's decay.
and all i ask, is when i fade
to see the path my parent's laid
and hear my mother speaking out,