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May 2017
Someday,
my hands will be full
of callouses,

old
with wrinkles,
like ripples
in time.

The skin
will flake and dry,
and I
will give thanks
as I sleep.

Someday.
I don't know my ideal future, but I hope it will be judged by these simplest of variables.
Kevin Kurt Nepomuceno
Written by
Kevin Kurt Nepomuceno  Bolingbrook, IL
(Bolingbrook, IL)   
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