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.