Getting old looks like you singing:
Everything changes
But everything
Stays the same
Is a song
A silver-tongued fox
Whispers in your ear
As you brush your teeth
And file labor lawsuits.
While seshing, too.
Like honey it flows
Into the palate of the mind
And finds hold
In a secondary bin
So all you can feel is the weight
And the sweetness
But not the rot.
You become a fable,
A frog
In the boil.
A slow affair.
And the flare with tedium building up sounds like this:
You look well
You’ve kept well
You’ve kept well away
You’ve kept everyone away
You’ve kept him away
You’ve stayed away
You waste away
Reset
You look well
The charm will
Last
At least
Five years
