Saturday, July 3, 2010

Age is a thief

growing older imposes a
continuous and systematic
numbing of the senses
and dulling of
the wits

i am stripped of the wild
hope and joy
of youth

by the marrow sucking
hormone draining
process of aging

it is an increasing
struggle
to
claw
my
way
out
of the mire
of banal thought
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1 comment:

Deb G said...

It had been awhile since I tried to do a somersault so I tried one the other day...it hurt. :)