as long as
we can,
with creams and lotions,
blonding our hair,
exercising
at dawn. swallowing
handfuls of vitamins,
eating carrots
and lettuce
like hamsters
going round
and round.
and then we don't
care as much anymore.
the hell with it, we say.
i'm old. i'm grey.
my skin is like
parchment.
these wrinkles
last all day. i'm tired
and in bed
by ten. we count
our blessing and submit
a prayer.
ah, but the fun we
had, the riotous
life, the long nights,
the amazing days.
immortality seemed
possible and
we believed that the party
would never end.
no one can take
that away.
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