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Old age
The easement of age comes so quietly.
It tip toes through the grass behind you
as you play in the afternoon sun.
It watches you build forts high in the tops of trees.
It waits just outside the hallway
as you fuck for the first time.
It sits with you at bus stops and patiently waits.
It bravely comes closer as you toil and work
until it finally embraces you in it's arms
and screams louder than
anything you've ever heard before.
Ray Strickland June 1997
