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Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Getting older is not a bitch, getting older is the accumulation of dirt on the sandals of a young surfer.

Getting older

Who is this man in the mirror?
No recognition
Fine lines tell stories
Stories wanting to be ignored
Sagging cheeks speak true
Loose skin wins by a neck
Young imagination lies
False perceptions
Silvered reflections can’t be true
No recognition of past years
Years accumulate in small cracks
Skin stretches in the strangest places
Ass heading south
Never comes back from vacation
Laws of gravity never broken
Extra skin not useful
Except to catch the wind
Ring around the waist
Pocket full of haste
Regrets, no regrets
We all fall down
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1 comment:

  1. AnonymousMarch 3, 2011 at 6:19 PM

    Something for everyone of us to look forward to, if we are lucky to live long enough, so many of our peers are so lucky.

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