Old People
Old people look like raisins with hair
Perfumed in mothballs and vaporub
Ready for the prom which waits for them
The mirror tells the elderly they are teens
Sometimes the mirror lies
I was once old but now I am not
I threw the mirror to see time fly
But it always comes back more cracked
Certainly a reflection on things to come
The elderly walk in an angular momentum
Guided by a cane which swings at children
Children should apologize to the cane
They should know better than to offend
Crossing lines turn into wrinkles over time
Each night old people pitch their tents closer to the end
If they pitch them too close they will fall over
At this rate they will reach the sun by morning
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