Endless Aging
Oh, to be an immortal immortal
to be remembered
revered, quoted, honored
in the caverns of my cohorts.
To bear no scars
from the slings and arrows
of outrageous fortune
nor fear of the picture
of Dorian Gray.
My hair will be occasionally
In - and out -of fashion
my credentials oft challenged
and in need of updating.
My wives will all leave me
my children fade before my eyes
as I weep “immortal” tears
for endless aging
does not temper pain
nor quell the rage
of now.
©4/20/2022
If I Were Immortal Poetry Contest
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2022
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