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Dwindling 

His days longer, life shorter.

Long, deep sleep a rarity now

broken into snack sized bites ,

over day, over night.

Memories, fears, worries,

things still undone, people still to protect

All manner of things haunt him.

New pants raise the question

Cost versus time remaining.

On good days, there is no truck with the morbid,

Partaking gleefully of his jamun

vetting the dosa for texture

A whole life spent on the big picture

Never losing those delights

of the minutiae.

Gloom lurks behind the door

an ill-timed joke away

a mildly harsh word

Clamming up, the visage offended,

words minimal.

At dinner, he chokes

we watch, having seen it before

willing him to swallow, end this reminder of mortality

Surely the mighty banyan

will not be felled by a puny grain.

It is an immense shadow cast,

Will he be allowed grace and peace

In this too short,

and yet too-long

dotage?