Mortality Poem by Glen Kappy
Mortality
After ringing and ringing
I use my key to enter his apartment
thinking he is gone or napping.
But there he is
through open bathroom door
engrossed in shaving
as one who thinks he is alone—
whose ears made deaf by accident and age
make more alone.
No pants or underpants!
But why would it matter—
just him with his face in the mirror?
Which is why I quietly put down
the things I brought
and back out through the door.
Hahahahaha... this is really good. Enjoyed your unique style of writing. Much love and thanks for sharing.
anil, thank you for the affirmation and taking the time to write. glad you enjoyed it. -glen kappy
A potentially awkward situation but at our advanced age, including me. What do we have left that we have need to hide. The young may have some reason, about our age that we don't have.. Great poem that gives true meaning to U.S. all.. iip
101? wow! you've probably noticed you've got more than three decades on me. but i myself (at my tender age of 68) have to reckon with this body and the freedom that comes to holding love as the only thing that matters. you might also like my poem aging as ascent. thank you for your strong affirmation and the wherewithal to write it. appreciatively, glen kappy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I really enjoyed this, keep writing
glad you did, matt. thanks for taking the time to comment. -glen kappy