things begin to slip through
the cracks,
appointments are forgotten.
numbers written in haste
are in the wind.
names and addresses
are blurred.
keys are lost, bills going
unpaid.
birthday cards unsent.
you're not as sharp as you
once were, the world has
softened around you.
in time, you'll get to these
things, but there is
no hurry, and you're
unbothered by the trend.
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