

Young Man, Old ManYoung Man, Old man. How can you tell? There are no wrinkles to prove a life of smiles, no snarled twisted hands to prove years of hard work. Secrets twinkle in your glance, a stare that provokes a million questions. Is it in your handshake? Perhaps the things that make you laugh. Or cry. All your women’s hands and eyes, the outlines of their figures and the taste of their kisses, they are stained in your memory… they made a part of you didn’t they? The feeling you get when you hear an old joke or tale, a souvenir from yesterday. Where has time gone? Uncertainty invades you. Future realities overwhelm you. The woman in your life seeYoung Man, Old Man


TidbitsRubies and jade Sparkle all day long Little tears of crystalline Weep weep for all i care Pointless excuses, you are a total waste of precious space Go cover your expression in the crevices of a hidden repression Cower in the cubby you made in the corner I'm gonna set it off Now everyone starts looking for you.Tidbits
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Little footprints left in the dust You ripped through here so violently Now we follow in your path of destruction &


He SitsWith eyes lightly closed and sagging chest, the old man sat. The park bench faded, worn from the years of lonely musing. He listens. Passers by slip past without noticing the silent decrepit figure, he blends into the scenery. The groaning of the oak branches in the gentle evening zephyr. Distant hum of the peak hour traffic, all the suits rushing home to their warm company and lovingly home cooked meals. Calls for the children to come in from the cold. He feels. Another icy autumn afternoon, chilling his liver-spotted skin. A belly full of brandy and cheap water crackers. The agonyHe Sits
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