January 17, 2019Poem

What is proportional

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What is proportional

About representation

Is it a crime

Are we a victim

Of loneliness

Who bears responsibility

For the relief of ennui

How can we evaluate causation

In the correlation

Between tedium and despair

Do we even care

Single people

Of a certain age

Become invisible

To the naked eye

Even when they walk by

They are indistinguishable

From the background

Noise

Peopled by girls and boys

Who barely notice

Old men with

Weather-beaten faces

Grey-haired ladies

With bright red lipstick traces

Overlaying narrowed lips

Pulled tight

From the pain

Of arthritic hips

That once could sway

Back in the day

Even Jack the lad

Has the look of his dad

In a flat cap

Not that you would know

As he barely walks abroad

Unless it’s raining

And he can wear a coat

He bought with his wife

Thirty years ago

In a different life

He feels secure

Wrapped up tight

Against the cold

Even when it is warm

A distinction

More difficult to make

When you are old

So I am told

What are the odds

No one will notice

Something isn’t right

When the sun shines brightly

In the sky

Even on a fine day

In summer

Lonely people die.