A litany of memento mori, or at least memento senescere. Excellent work, Joe!
2019-07-20

Lawrence Beck
Steps along the way. What I find strange is that, though my vessel is becoming decrepit, its pilot seems the same as he's always been. Your writing shows that your vessel, too, has a still-vigorous pilot.
2019-07-19

jim
I think it's an OLD art form! I wonder if each negative has an equal and opposite positive. For example, loss of hearing means you can't hear the neighbor's fighting. The vision decline means those facial wrinkles go unnoticed in the mirror, and so on.

But joking aside, this poem says a lot, and maybe it really is an art. You've found a thoughtful approach through being self-aware. And if self-assessment is truly a sonata, that indicates a life well lived. For some it is all dissonance and sorrow.
2019-07-19

Not so gentle it's the reality😉
Nice write once again!
2019-07-19

Jamsbo Rockda
But do you make a strange noise when you bend down? Do you have 2 pairs of glasses and walk around with the wrong ones on sometimes? These are also telling signs of decrepitude. Maybe it is all as you say modern "the art of dying" as opposed to George Harrison's one. Not sure if you mean't these in jest, but you have made me think.
2019-07-19