Last man standing

The game starts early.
You get some warning signals
as you lose a school mate by abuse
or ruthlessness by drinking or some accident,
a casualty, but maybe within ten years
you will lose a second one by suicide or cancer,
there is some injustice over it, and you begin to think.
Then gradually they will accelerate,
the deaths and funerals in some alarming frequency,
and they will even soon be getting younger,
and suddenly those younger than yourself will be in some majority.
That's the beginning of the race.
Who will then be the last man standing?
One day you will maybe find yourself the oldest
and see only younger friends go down around you,
but be comforted: your day will come as well,
you'll never be the last one, but on the contrary
you will be lucky not to be the first one.

Poetry by Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-11-10 at 14:16

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, Christian. When I'min town. I notes, familiar faces are no longer around. On asking ''have seen so and so?'' '' You not heard? '' '' died last week, had a funeral all ready!'' Sad as we get older pepole we have kown, dieing!