Bones crackle, eyes strain, ears ring, daily pain
My image gray before the glass…time past
The race is ending and never the twain
Shall meet, as old supplants young much to fast
Time invites sorrow for tomorrow flies
Uninvited to distort once smooth skin
Under Crow’s Feet marching ‘cross squinting eyes
Talking ‘bout the good “old” day’s way back in …
Gray stubble holds sway on my chin, words I say
Spilling forth from acidic twisted tongue
Forgotten how to laugh…not fade away
Aging man trapped…with the soul of the young
Like the vampire I will remove all mirrors
And end my days in invisible fears
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