Taking stock I tuck this year inside the first little furrow-line across my brow.
Hm. Skin's changing. I'm changing.
There was more anguish in 24 than the Doc ordered. Somehow, the endless easy wealth endless easy employment and eager entertainment evaded me.
But there are also little dents on either side of my mouth now. A ripple between lip and dimple. There was joy on this face- enough to carve its name forever.
24 and time has begun to speed up, people talk a bit quicker fleeter of foot and calendar has begun to foxtrot-
And I sit on the side of the Hall watching the days dance on and on how selfish they seem How quickly Spring woos Summer How fickle is Summer, as she whirls to Autumn How chilly, Autumn as he falls for Winter, How feverish, they dance.
24, a left-footed wallflower. 24 with wide eyes that try to capture the entire world and hold it STILL.
This ball lasts forever and never. There's no break. 24, I guess it's time to give Life my dance card surrender and cut in, 24, ready, steady-