I get up in the morning
Slowly - not bounding
Moving through routine
Measured - not hurried
Glad to see the day
But not sure what day it is
Time becomes blurred though my clock says no
A body of missing parts
Is this what my "me" has become
Or was "me" always missing
Never sure
Standing on shifting sand
Is what I am becoming
Merely an emerging reflection of the missing
Maybe used to be was not me
Long in tooth
Can bring forth truth
All the rest dressing
Discarded on the path from youth.
November 6,2012
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