Wednesday, October 13, 2010


An insidious weed creeps through my lawn
with intent to kill the beautiful
and I watch somewhat amused
at its amazing audacity.

How dare it take on the power of one?
How dare it have no regard
for the smooth and unwrinkled fa├žade
of the essentially stunning?

Time is a weed unstoppable
with a despicably twisted mind
and my body bears good testimony
to its evil designs.

It’s no good preening and creaming,
it’s no use denying the fact,
and so I accept time’s awfulness
with a decidedly bad attitude.

But in the fullness of what’s still to be
an attitude procreates fact
so I know to remain somewhat amused
while waiting for the last laugh!

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