So,
this is what it has come to... and where?
For
me presently, to arrival at the station of
old
age—enfeebled arms and hobbled legs.
Wrinkled
skin, brittle bones, hair diminished
and
gray, the mirror reminds me each and every
day,
having over past years given the best and
worst
of myself away. The best rewards me with
a
fondness font of memories; and with the worst,
I
am in regretful shame compelled to pay.
I
have a mental drawerful of receipts to remind me.
Chris
Hanch 2-28-19
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