I am an old man,
Dressed in a shrunken skin,
Disguised in a costume
As obvious as tears in the rain
A frown wrinkles to the truth,
A bright light intensifies
The Shadows of age.
Youth leaks from the eyes,
Cheeks sink in murky waters,
Evidence splashes over my face
But conclusions are drawn from an arid well.
(27 May,1981)
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