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I run my bath water tepid,
I'm older but, still fairly intrepid.
Since, I've turned 62,
What on earth can I do?
But, to laugh at it all.
Do I entertain you?
Though, not yet old enough for the rest home,
it's been whispered
I"m beginning to resemble a garden gnome.
My spirit bleeds silly.
My veneer is blanched pilly.
I'm growing old, what a drag.
When I date, I go stag.
Young women and old,
must think I have mold.
I barely get noticed.
So what's the red flag?
I've even considered renting rut stags
But, men too, wouldn't use me
They'd hurt and abuse me
then toss me away like some toothless old nag.
I've once again,reviewed The Tao.
It instructs me to dwell in the "here" and the "now".
But, "now" my skin isn't pink.
I smell like a skunk, what a stink.
Like the cancer it has traveled to my toilet and sink.
A stealthy stench, of which
it's a bitch.
You don't need a de-coder
to uncover the odor.
I'm slowly decaying,
I'm dying.
I think...
Buddy Bee Anthony
All copyrights editing and publishing rights reserved 'as is' by this author
Re-Edited 12/23/2023 @ 2:08 PM Pacific Standard Time
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