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

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