The room is crowded with old people.
Some sit transfixed by the yawpers
on FOX news. Some page listlessly
through months-old magazines, then
toss them back onto the knee-high table.
Other simply sit and stare.
While I, myself no youngster, contemplate
the worries none of us gives voice to.
I imagine standing up and announcing
to this convocation of the frightened:
My heart's been acting up.
Are you as scared as I am?
I won't do it, of course.
But I wonder what would happen.
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