Gregory Huyette


At 65 - Poem by Gregory Huyette

Here I am almost 65.

In some ways only half alive.

Last week is just a blur;

A lot of memories never were.

Most movements have slowed down,

Though urinary tract has rebound.

My colon is much more rude;

No greasy, spicy… tasty food.

As I gaze in the mirror, I sadly see

A strange, old man squinting back at me.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 26, 2011

Poem Edited: Sunday, January 8, 2012


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