What's in Store

We are older by faith than by experience. - Thoreau

once thick, wavy hair thinning

time and cruel years winning

forgetting to stand up and stretch in the seventh inning

storms ever more skillful at twisting and sinning

staring into a perjurious mirror

save your soul but lose your spit

bald came i into the world and bald will i leave it

help me across the street when i'm old

lend me the colors of your dream coat when i'm cold

turning the worn, yellowed pages in a black book of faith's lore

it's hard to hold open a heavy door

seems fewer and fewer people go dancing anymore

wondering as we all do

what's in store

Author's Note

“We have the St. Vitus' dance, and cannot possibly keep our heads still.” - Thoreau