I laugh at you, Old Age.
I curse, I snicker and sneer
at that which you have
odiously wrought upon me.
I curse, I snicker and sneer
at that which you have
odiously wrought upon me.
Failing parts unite in full
revolution to overthrow the
mighty Monarch of Youth and
Virility once perceived.
revolution to overthrow the
mighty Monarch of Youth and
Virility once perceived.
Take away the clarity of sight,
muffle finely-tuned notes
resounded to the ear, weaken
and pain every joint to the
muffle finely-tuned notes
resounded to the ear, weaken
and pain every joint to the
pull of gravity’s dreadful
strain. I laugh at you, Old Age.
I curse, I snicker and sneer.
I spit at you toothless into
strain. I laugh at you, Old Age.
I curse, I snicker and sneer.
I spit at you toothless into
the wind, and drool the half
of it down my stubble chin.
Last laugh or not,
Damn you anyway, Old Age!
of it down my stubble chin.
Last laugh or not,
Damn you anyway, Old Age!
Chris Hanch 3-25-17
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