It scares me to watch
a woman hobble along
the sidewalk, hunched adagio
leaning on —
there’s so much fear
I could draw you a diagram
of the great reduction
all of us will soon
be way-back-when.
The wedding is over.
Summer is over.
Life please explain.
This book is nearly halfway read.
I don’t have a pill for that,
the doctor said.
From: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/57754/i-dont-have-a-pill-for-that
Date: 2015
By: Deborah Landau (1973- )
From Troubles of The World 
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