Ageing Badly
Of reluctant use
my wits are sharper
is how it usually goes
no more weight behind
the sullen gravitas than
the dumbells in the corner
I shave and get dressed
but the mirror is cloudy
anger spins back at me
presenting another face
cemented in odd places
poor, alone, ageing badly.
© 2012 Rob Schackne
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