Another Morning

Another morning I have been trying to stave off old age by avoiding old men in the park who ask me to guess their age, empty gums looks like a burnt down village in Syria, a war that the west has yet to understand and by dressing young, artistic like with a big scarf hiding my turtle throat. It is a losing fight like leaking dykes in Holland with holes, to stick fingers in them won’t last long. Therefore I will embrace the day and talk to the old men in the park.