OlderA Poem by FlatDaddyA memo of sorts, about getting olderOlder
By FlatDaddy
Days lumber into nibs nights creak forever
Good times erase themselves with lost memories bad ones multiply in puddles
Pain shakes hands with madness while elbows wobble
Rain falls in my closet where holes nap on rusted hangers
Reflection, afraid to show its face lies flatly on the table
Feeling numbs, sight dims, hearing speaks with irreverent silence
taste dulls words once known to shine
and, at last, memory ...
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