This is what I will look like when I am old, I say
As I glance in the reflection across the room,
Greyed and obscured by the lowered shade,
So that only the tired stress lines around the mouth
Really show.
And the large black eye sockets
That get larger with coffee
And other artificial life stimulants.
The smooth translucent skin of youth is hidden by the dark
And in imagination the many wrinkles of age fill the blank
The wrinkles that will suit the deep lines of apathy
And the bitter jaw set that alone shows in the dark reflection.
Sunday, December 05, 2004
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