Writing Challenge: Day 15

50 words

Take Me

They feed me and carry me about as if I’m crippled.  I can neither see nor touch my great-great-great-grand-children. My bones quake within me. My strength is gone. Why, life, do you persist? Why, oh death, do you flee? Come to me now! Snatch me away! Take me to rest.

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