Old Arthritis

I was walking on the pavement

Cars passing every so often

Old man from across the street

A road seperates us

Walking arthritis

You could hear the cracking of bones

From miles away

I don’t know why he bothers coming out

It’s more hassle than it’s worth

Stay indoors, old man

Let your bones rest

Let them wither, twist and writhe

Inside of your skinny, fading frame

Unable to urinate by yourself

Pathetic

You are dead-weight

In this hard-working society

 

Walking in the middle of the road

Hit by a car

Real hard

I can’t move

I don’t feel anything

Numb

The old man walks slowly

Passing my body

His eyes on mine

For the longest time

I hear a pained snigger

He leaves me on the road

Walking away

At least he can, I suppose

 

 

Author: Jack Bennett

Born and raised in Torquay, England. 21 years old. Teeming with thoughts that need an outlet, working a full time job at his local supermarket. Unfortunately born a poet, he will most likely suffer from this contradiction most of his life.

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