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