On Age

The corpse quickly ends
my childhood days.
A fog of maybes wrapped in strangers
Empty tables
Guilty questions
A perfect mask buys comfort,
only for a short while.

2 thoughts on “On Age

  1. I love your poetry! I like how it’s not overstated. You hit it on the head. Love your site and miss you! I have a card to send you and was looking you up.

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