Another Morning Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Another morning
I have been trying to stave off old age
by avoiding old men in the park who ask me to guess
their age, empty gums looks like a burnt down
village in Syria, a war that the west has yet to understand
and by dressing young, artistic like with a big scarf
hiding my turtle throat.
It is a losing fight like leaking dykes in Holland with holes,
to stick fingers in them won't last long. Therefore
I will embrace the day and talk to the old men in the park.