Upon Apollo’s Golden Chariot
written by: Chasity Gaines
@ChasityAnneGai1
Here I sit
In this chair
Beside the sunshine
Glittery lake
Warming in the brisk
Morning sun rays
Thinking of yesterday’s
And how they come to pass
Lonely now,
sitting in this chair made of metal
No family to visit or phone
Doctors and nurses are my
Constant companions
As well as the other old fats
Drooling in their pudding,
Playing checkers
And waiting for
Our friend the grim reaper
To give us our great Escape
From the frailties of the body
And the forced loneliness
Warm and content
Reflecting for a moment
Lifting my hand to the
Glorious sun-
But the wrinkled hand
That should be
Spotty and veiny
In the sun’s honest light
Instead the hand of my youth
Outreached and waiting
For Apollo’s golden chariot
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