A stranger stares back at me
Dark rings highlight hollow eyes
Dry hair thin,
Grey and split
Fleshy rolls spill,
Out of the old wardrobe
Tired skin sags,
Rough and loose,
Being dragged along,
On a noose
Every day,
New wrinkles are drawn in
By some magical being
Playing a mischievous game
A reminder of what is precious
To not live in shame
A reminder
That things change
That now at this age
We move into a new range
A new understanding
Even a few quick steps
are met with breathlessness
Eventually that’s all there is,
That one last breath
Nothing less
Perfect.
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Aww! Thanks Sammy.
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