old age
had taken its toll
wrinkled face like
folding waves
to shore, gnarled
hands
(did you molt?
snake)
emaciated figure
like philosophical
woman
i smell cigar in
your lips
some teeth are
missing
The Cheeks speak
well of the
truth.
i never ask
If you are happy.
My clock
tells time correctly
once
In a while.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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