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As I Grow Old

The fading ancient sun casts long shadows before me, as I shuffle slowly and sluggishly down asymmetrical lanes. How age mellows me like ripe watermelon, squeezing me until all my ambrosial juices run acidulously dry as dust. Unsatisfied desire, mental torment and general malaise conquer my better moods of love, devotion and quietude. Straggling with widespread dishevelment and disillusions I try in vain to set an orderly pattern to my straying aims, hoping some guardian angel were to take my shaking hands to lead me onwards steadily towards some well defined goal. Mark my furrowed forehead, tap solidly at my potential energy fill my withering wrinkles with some sense or empirical reasoning, but at least give me one essential gift, that a grumbler I'll never be.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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