“Strange, baby, don’t you think I’m looking older?” ~George Michael

I’m older than I used to be
These bones brittle and frail
Falling into a state of disrepair
As aches come hard like rain
Thunder claps louder still
This cool air fading fast
Replaced by a stifling heat
That never goes away
But memory masks the change
Of this semi-conscious thought
Shackled to who I used to be
To who I see in the mirror
This battle of truth and time
Dragging me into its undertow
And it’s a strange acceptance
To say that I’m looking older
That time has left its mark
And that it isn’t done yet
But my memories agree
These crow’s feet bear witness
Of the years this mirror missed
While I was looking behind me
And hoping I would come out ahead
But no one ever does.



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