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Age and Aging

Quarter past midlife and all is crumbling

No longer full locks of dark shining silk

The reaper has thined my masses with iron strokes

Gone is the pearls of wisdom I doled to my diary

My id and my muse have taken to rambling

Sweet nothings and erotic fumblings arise to find my bed empty

Life galloped full speed over rivers, hillcocks and steeples

The pleasures, adventures and pitfalls left me breathing its fare

Now the ravages have corroded my wiring

Shortened the breath I take, and left me wobbling on times aching reality

Disease and frailty assult my every step

Soon the darkness will come and with it peace and the gates of heaven

But not until I’ve shot the moon 

Walked on the hot coals of frivolity, lust and gluttony 

Singing to the angels who watch from afar

I’m carrying my Bible to check now and then

Praying not straying from His Holy Word, 

Just adding lifes spices along the way

Even in Muthuselas body I can still ply life

I’ve grabbed my cructhes and tossed out the pity

Hello world, I’m here for another day

(clarice) 12/02/2013

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