All this sentimentality.
A sign I'm getting on?
Or have I always been that way?
Getting on, I mean.

I cursed like an old bar keep
when I was only five.
Killed my first bear
when I was only three.

Or so they tell me.
Seems even then my memory
wasn't what it used to be.
Excuse me my sentimentality.

r ~ 4/2/14