To old age, and hefty time that laid upon your shoulders my dear friend. Your eyes illustrate circus poodles falling from high wire, into the arms of a performer in pleated sequenced dress of silver with a smile of a clever alligator.
Although your bones deteriorate and your blood grows thicker as you tipple your nights into slumber, your brain remains a fetus, music keep the heart at drumming pulsation. you cradle your very heart, when you close your eyes. To keep the spirit alive.
i love my friends, although i worry about their habits, i admire their spirits. Negative and Positive some things you cant change, and are better left alone