Old age is a journey
Into an unfamiliar country
On an alien planet.
Common sights, common sounds
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At night, in the field of darkness
Where an old mind tosses bright memories
Like an emperor=s entourage flinging flower petals,
The currents of nostalgia move and swirl
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Broom in hand
The snowman stands
Top hat on top
Black button eyes
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We stand in line
Patiently hungry for money
At the ATM.
All black, he is,
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The majesty of death
Cannot reign without love.
All power draws its strings
From the intimates of common things
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My skin is what keeps out the world
And keeps me in.
We are two bags,
The world and me,
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Solutions solve, dissolve definitives,
Transform solids into smoke
That spreads and disperses to leave behind
A scent of what has been.
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The noise of boys
Enjoys a royal lack of poise
Whereas the glittered twitter
Girls emit has, one must admit
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Long black raincoat
Slides along his ankles.
Ragged running shoes
Slap the sidewalk in applause.
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A quarter of a century ago
My father died.
Someone telephoned at 2 am
That he had gone.
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