the
advancing of
old age in me. I have captured a
more youthful
past
in the
artwork
and photographs
I
produced
over Time.
Oh
Time,
you
brutal
dictator
over
all we have come to be. (Damned
arthritic
hips,
knees
and loss of cherished memories!)
I don't
look
into
the mirror so
often these
days.
I
find what
has become of me
is
not so becoming in
stark reality.
Tick-tock,
tick-tock,
the relent-
less
persistence
of
Time’s measured
synchrony.
Ah
but, unlike
a
fine
bottle of vintage wine, my friends, the
fermentation of
this
robust
and full-bodied Cabernet
I
once portrayed has soured
into
a
more unsavory
and
vinegary me.
Chris
Hanch 1-2-19
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