Straight, wavy, curved.
Laugh lines, deep or fine.
Suddenly, there’s thinning.
Going gray, silver or white.
No telling if they’re hiding!
Suddenly, there are accoutrements.
A cane. A power wheelchair or scooter.
For limbs. For eyes, ears, mouth, heart.
Suddenly there’s tripping.
On even ground. Imagine!
And your middle expanding.
Has it been 42 years of adulting?
Of responsible citizenship?
A sweat for every earning?
Soon it’s the end of scrimping and saving
For it’s the last of your payday,
And the federal gods will be saying
How much more you should be breathing!
MLJ/28/08/2024
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