man in the paint store,
as he's mixing
up my order, asks me how
my friends
and myself
handle old age.
diet, exercise?
i laugh
and resist the thought
of hitting him
on the head
with a broom handle.
so many have died,
i tell him.
cancers and heart attacks
mostly.
i count six easily, but
more if
pressed.
but there are a few still
around, i tell him.
now hurry up whipper
snapper,
i have to get back to work.
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