Hippie
Man, you've got deeply lined, leathery
face
with blurred, astigmatic eyes well
in place
behind what your older
generation
calls the Lennon eyeglasses
sensation.
Well, you still got your shoulder-length,
dark hair;
ah, but a slower and closer look
there,
gray roots the color of stainless-steel
spoon;
you'll need another dye job
very soon!
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2008
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