ON REACHING 80
(To Dwight Meeks on his eightieth)
We reach this age.
No fault of ours.
We cannot change.
The passing hours.
We thank our gods.
They don't respond.
With other than silence and smiles.
(rev.1: 55PM 2/16/13 jimmy)
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