By Glenis Moore
Like mist when the sun comes out,
we gradually lose cohesion.
Not listened to, hardly seen
by a society that no longer
values the old. Under thinning hair
and thinning skin, we begin to drift
to the margins, slowly pushed aside
by those who do not realize
it will be their turn one day too.
Our voices stopped,
our concerns ignored until at last
we disappear to be found two weeks later
by some horrified neighbour
who simply failed to notice that we had gone.
Glenis Moore is a poet who currently lives in the flatlands of the Fens just outside of Cambridge, UK with her partner and three rescue cats. When she is not writing, she reads, makes beaded necklaces, knits, cycles, and runs 10K races slowly.
Glenis Moore shared: “As you can see from the photos, I used to be ginger. Now, my hair is almost white. I hated the ginger when I was younger as it made me stand out. However, now I would love to have it back as it is indicative of me as a person.”