our age.
is it this late in the game?
in each joint
an ache.
what is this wrinkle on my brow,
the strange
line that
has suddenly appeared
upon my face.
the grey.
the eyes heavy,
needing sleep,
the thinning of hair,
the weight
around
my waist. a life time of eating
and drinking.
plenty of careless mistakes
visible now
with the lights on.
let's go with
candles tonight, my dear,
and from here on out.
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