Retirement
Geriatrics plays
this Puzzle now.
I dance, but stumble
into a waxed window
without anything but
nakedness.
Coarse is your
tongue
and dry are my
interests in you.
Once an icon,
I'm prepared
to pounce
onto a different
Ending.
If luck brings
an arrival of
sorts.
Copyright © Ian D. Campbell | Year Posted 2012
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