. The Elders I watched them wilt, I watched them fade, I watched them pass In the evening shade, And now I tread The path they trod, Having walked the walk For seventy odd, And though I know The course is set, The darkness has not Claimed me yet. I do not bid it, But I do not shy, For the elders showed me How to die. . . John Creekmore is a 77-year-old retired human services worker. He was born and grew up in Norfolk, Virginia and now lives in nearby Suffolk. He was previously published in The Mindfulness Bell, The Lyric, The Road Less Taken and The Westward Quarterly.