Haiku

Weeks end
Silently; hauntingly, Alzheimer’s, rheumatism enter
These humbling evenings,
Leaving a sad tale:
Doctors and your senility.

Endlessness, relentless, encroaches.
Soon, under noon sun, even the
Afterlife nods defiantly
Heaven Ever After, violating every natural survival
Habit. All lost. Lives shorten

Toward end and rip
Us slowly
Apart. Sitting under nodding dogwoods: epitaphs, reminders...