this is the day I begin to feel old
the back is always sore
the knees are shot
the shoulder aches
my real teeth are down to four

a bout with cancer has taken its toll
but they caught it early so I shouldn't moan
what little strength that had remained
has left with my testosterone

my feet and toes are turning numb
my eyes are fading fast
it takes an act of congress now
to exercise my wrinkled ***

my memory now is headed south
it wasn't good to start
the only things I do more often
is eat, sleep and ****

but I'll be 70 come July
I really shouldn't *****
I've seen and done some crazy things
and I've yet to lose that itch!

in
love

love love love

this is my first love poem

we will not lie to her

to whom

speak not to me peasant

where is your title
answer me
he was
an
is
clinging

what have my lips to offer
that mine mind could escape me
this reality is to what
brutality
words
wound
wind
he
capitalized
is beyond all

i watch spit
hold itself
on me
i
spat
on
myselfs image

was this the mirrors reflection
could she escape from me



ever


crossing dropped lines she fell
while we are falling
i ask myself
if
i
we're
really loving you could i fall
?

























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