Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Aging Perspective

My son's milk is taunting me
From its smudgy glass
It knows
That I don't want to get up until
I am ready to go to bed and
We both know
That by the time I get up
I will have forgotten all about it
Underneath its slowly congealing surface
It laughs at me
A one time
Would be
Secret agent and
Who now
Can't act fast enough to stop yogurt from happening

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