Wednesday, 09 January 2013
Seventy & Eight
By Arlene Corwin
Seventy and eight:
Set aside some vanity.
What is it but priority?
And some priorities have changed.
It’s called acceptance.
Skin that’s re-arranged itself
When you’re nearing birthdays
Each and every
Twelfth damned month,
The cant if you’re observant.
This has that - and that’s a pain,
Marriages have come and gone,
You’ve eaten everything on offer.
Gone the need to entertain
The suffering’s more neutralized;
So many friends and kin have died.
You’ve channeled drives
That used to thrive on pleasure.
With a birthday coming up
You’re going down each second’s unit
So immeasurably tiny you can’t count it.
Here is where it gets didactic:
Birthdays coming up – don’t hope but have it.
As for vanity, retract it.
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