There’s no point
So why am I here?
My grandparents are all dead
We walked up the dusty hills
And along the salty grass
There’s no point
I’m almost fifty
So why do I live?
My parents are old
We walked beside the saltless sea
And up hills of sharp brown grass
There’s no point
I’m always just me
It gets old
My siblings are married
We walked everywhere
and the old oak with a brick belly flexed its arm
There’s no point
anymore