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Old Age

There are some inventions
that do not exist.
Old age is one of them.
Those who go ‘there'
take childhood with them,
hold its dimpled little fingers
in their hands,
tell it their stories.
They take with them their silly little habits,
their tricks to get around restrictions,

their sly, meaningful glances,
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Friday, October 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: old age
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