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Finally

You’re late too late. Get on with it.
You missed your train of thought!
Your joints are creaking to the wind.
Don’t tell me you’re lost.

Untie those rainbows. Stretch them out.
No, better. Blow them up.
All hope is bubble gum.
Too bad you’re out of luck.

Does it take courage to face old age
with a sliver in your butt?
Time to lose. Go sit on a swing.
Meandering won’t help much.

Father to the man you’re childish.
You’re losing it above and below.
You once had a head on your shoulders.
Now it’s filled with snow.

Published in Poetry