Either Way, It Still Hurts
t’s no easier when you’re older,
and no simpler when you’re young.
Neither one is particularly comforting
over the other – the questions
are the same size.
Empty spaces have no shelf life,
no sell-by date or deadline, just this
one-size-fits-all sensibility…
There’s no ‘right age’,
no countdown to expiration.
Time spent is precious.
‘Fully lived’ is an illusion.
Option D – none of the above;
either way it still hurts.
Don’t you dare tell me
it’s part of the plan
I’m failing to see.
Wish someone would
shut my eyes.
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