when i look in the mirror
lately I’m seeing a bunch
of new white hairs and wrinkles
in certain angles and lights

seems to me these newcomers
are like a light drizzle before
a “franken-storm” of decrepit
diseases and worn out joints

or is it the last little rain-bits
nothing but a few airy droplets
dropping at the end of my
‘springtime of my youth’

or is it the “eye of the storm"
sandwiched in the middle
of stormy adolescence
and the foggy middle ages.

when a new white hair sprouts
it seems to be saying to me,
“That’s right I’m here!
What else did you expect?”


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