Nothing Left to Do

The insidious transition
From old age to the afterlife
Undignified and aggravating
All control, lost
Your body, your mind
Succumbed to the dreaded bed
The burden you put
Your middle aged children through
With goals and aches of their own
These grown folks, once babies
Bottled, burped and bathed by you 

Now feed you
Now diaper you
Your eye for art, once great
Now cataracts cloud your vision
Colors, once vibrant
Grey matter sees only grey
Hearing fades
Songs don’t sound the same
Tastebuds betray you
Favorite foods lose their flavor
Meat, too tough
Coffee, too bitter
Donut, too dry


Nothing left to do but die