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In ten years, old age coming on

Little time left to feel young
Like dancing with ladies on a tropical island
Pretending I'm getting young with additives
As my body starts rotting away
Who says children won't take care of me
when I'll be their burden
Will this young one give me a guarantee
Would she stay for certain
As Taiwan's heat would drain my energy
Yellow my skin, pink my eyes, varicose veins
Cough with no cigarettes to recall
More hospital visits than breathtaking vistas
With my last true love's receding aura
The yo-yo card cannot be refilled
Open its doors for young pioneers
Horizons grandchildren can keep
My last love waits on the youthful side
Me on the bridge over the arc
Actualizing what I am doing
Not pretending life is never-ending
Shall I let her make me her baby
who would not mom's advice
To live longer and stronger
Not loving the way I want, thrice?
motivation to endure my tropical isle
vacation Ohio River's winter flows
As I smoke cannabis to oblivion
Finish writing those books, Joe Hill
Not in love with this man's last hurrah
Not the reward I worked my life for
Nothing under the wings of wrinkled skin
Till I drop into the sea refused, hollowed in

November 2022

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