Age
When one reaches a certain age
it is difficult to move far from
death – I mean, to counter, such
negativity, I make it a point
to see every sunrise as my best –
making, luscious, painted vases
out of cloud-forms; filling them
to overflowing with fancy roses
despite the obvious chill in the air
and my double knit sweater.
I guess, what I’m trying to
to say is, while still having
my senses, and somewhat pain
free, I will dream youthfully –
and who is really, definitively
to say, where one
life ends
and another
begins….
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2020
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