Natasha Musing

Before I Die Written as part of Sadje’s What Do You See? picture prompt.     They sit outdoors, huddled in crooked rows; The octogenarians and septuagenarians. They have aged gracefully; The bitter-sweet embrace of a life well lived. One foot closing up on the grave and one smugly here; Some holding on to dear, precious life, Some impatiently waiting to kick the bucket into light.