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Aging

  • Dec 24, 2025
  • 1 min read

Accepting finally he needs a cane

He will use it however with disdain

His face has seen better days, now he’s pale

Although he has his mind his health will fail.

But here stirring black coffee with a spoon

He drinks it sober in the afternoon

Saving the sugar for a bitter day

He lives with pain.  Is there another way?

He takes his dinner with a grain of salt

Feeling his age as if it were his fault.

 
 
 

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