Feelings of aging aches beginning Creeping in Creeping in In morning high snapping Of joints and bones Accompanied by deeper moans and groans
My reflection stares back at me now Whiskered face Whiskered face The puffy eyes not younger The hair I had retreating I surrendered the troops to a clipper working
I wonder if Dad felt this way too Numb to time Numb to time Boys running circles Around his life Did he have time to enjoy the sunsets?