Low, indistinct moans emanate from elderly lips

As they try to thole the stiffenings and agues of infirmity.

Once they screeched and honked their way to work, adrenaline-charged

Like the rest of us, looking forward to the weekend.

But now the interminable reality is doing nothing

Being a nobody, dependent, needy, a moaning murmur –

Shuffling off to eternal rest, breath by aching breath.