No
longer can I run and jump. The speed
of
light, the agility and might of youth have
all
been spent.
The
wishes and dreams of my prime, the
vitality
of those formidable years have come
and
gone over time.
For
that which I had hoped and lost, or never
quite
achieved, I must accept with a measure
of
sorow and regret.
Tip
me over and you shall see, the life which
remains
in me now flows with the viscosity of
pure
molases.
To
the touch, some would agree, there lies this
undeniable
bittersweet mindset, an intractable
tackiness
which still clings to me.
Chris
Hanch 8-13-17
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