The Secret

By John I. Blair

We all share a secret
We aged ones
Whose hair is gray or gone,

Who pace our cage of care,
Leaning on a cane
Or shoving wheels along.

We look each other in the eyes
And see ourselves reflected there,
Just as sad, just as empty.

At this late stage
Our waiting souls
Are almost bare.

©2018 John I. Blair, 12/16/2018