Invisible

Invisible. 
The path in life that is relentless and inevitable...
I am becoming invisible.

When my blood family all passed away... 

I become invisible. 
Moving away from childhood friends...

I become invisible. 
When I retired from work...

I become invisible.

As everyone's life consumed their time...

I became invisible. 
As friends I grew up with pass away...

I become invisible. 
As friends in my adult life pass away...

I become invisible. 
When I stopped traveling in the social rv lifestyle...

I become invisible. 
Now living in the isolated countryside...

I became invisible. 
Getting older and older...

I became invisible. 
As the world passed me by...

I became invisible. 
When my life experiences no longer mattered...

I became invisible. 
When my advise was no longer valued...

I became invisible. 
When the desire to be social stopped...

I became invisible. 
When gathered in a group and no one hears me speak...

I became invisible. 
When social isolation (covid) became the new normal...

I became invisible. 
At family gatherings and no one hears what I have to say...

I became invisible. 
When children and grandchildren move on with their lives...

I became invisible. 
When almost everything I knew becomes out dated and useless...

I became invisible.

When the past holds more promise than the future...

I am invisible. 
When society sees no benefit from my life...

I became invisible. 
When my physical health concerns no one...

I am invisible. 
When the meaning of my life fades more and more...

I became invisible. 
When the future holds little or no promise...

I became invisible. 
When the few that still see me look away...

I will be completely invisible. 
When no one sees or hears me...

I am invisible. 
When hopes and dreams are only of the past...

I am invisible. 
When no one will remember me or my life...

I am invisible. 
When I am invisible... I am no more.

So what is left on this inevitable path?

How do people cope with life after 70? 80? Or even 90?

When everyone you knew is dead. 
When everything you knew has changed. 
When all you knew is gone.

When years of happiness fade.

When years of heartache pile up.

I am invisible and alone.

What is life anymore? 

Why do I still cling to life?

When what point does this finally happen? 
And what's left to do?

I am invisible. 
I am invisible.