=Old Street=

There sure are a lot of old people on this street

Not just old, but old-old

They’re using canes, walkers, electric trikes

So quiet you can’t hear them sneaking up behind you

They’re moving so slowly they look like they’ll never get

Wherever it is they’re going

Where are they going?

What street is this anyway?

It doesn’t seem to be going anywhere

Or coming from anywhere either

The sign on the discount store says 99 cents & up

But it’s an old sign

I bet most stuff on the shelves now costs three bucks or
         more

Old old old old old

Everything old & getting older

There’s no preventing it

I’m getting old just sitting here

A fine dust seems to be falling everywhere

The dust that settles on things

That don’t move fast enough

A dust so light you don’t want to disturb it

It dims the mirrors

It weighs a thousand tons

Even the flowers outside the florist shop

Look like old lady flowers

Move I tell myself move

Move
Move where?