Another Day, Another Dolor

Tuesday, January 31, 2006


Poetry goes for a song--like used cars always underpriced

What old tune? Who you kidding?
Old age begins too soon.
Humbled, we begin to mumble
And know we will not heal.
How you feel? No cure
For age can long endure.
Love the young. Noisily
Off-key, in no new
Harmony, they outlive you.
Who can sing along?

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