They argued, firing ugly words back and forth
Just their pain talking–
The pain of staying alive
Of knowing they’re closer to death than life
Picking scabs from old wounds
Making them bleed
Blood is life
Why not make yourself bleed
Growing old isn’t easy
Everything you thought you were falls apart
They bicker because they’re falling apart —
Cell by cell, breath by breath
Sometimes breathing is even too hard
Eventually the arguing stops
That’s when you know–
The end is near
Poetic Alchemist 
Liquid: Thanks. Yes, I know…Hope you are well.
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Anieszka: Thank you. Glad you enjoy it. Please stop back when you can.
Gautami: Thank you. Glad you clarified that. LOL.
Polona: Yes indeed. Thanks.
Love your poetry! Thank you for stopping by.
I like the ending..figuratively speaking!
😀
“do not go gentle into that good night…”
Dan: So true, so true…Thanks!
Borut: Thanks. Yes, and even then…
Old age, sickness, and death. What fun!
‘Growing old isn’t easy.’ Yes, it takes some experience, and even then, …!?:)