Cobwebs Poem by Richard D Remler

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My oldness seems older today.
Much older than ever before.
With new gray,
New wrinkles,
New cobwebs.
And every singular muscle sore.

""Seems unfair! "
To be deemed unimportant,
Tossed to the side,
Taxed, and overdone.
Why do all the gears freeze up,
Then stop working?
Why is youth
Wasted on the young? "

Arthur Ritis has been
Hanging 'round too often.
And Ben Gay's been creeping
'Round the door.
I sense dark tidings
On my horizon.
And I feel ill-prepared
For what's in store.

Copyright © MMVI Richard D. Remler