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herbally challenged
my sinuses seem to say
sudden burst of cold
the bones just chill away
wretched poor old things
skin losing the luster of
youth
gray hair streaks madly
screaming
please woman
hair color my roots
most moments I feel
the every day same
age is creeping
though I don't refer to it
by name
middle aged I admit
such moniker bothers
me not
I've lived half a life
relatively well lived
in that knowledge
I find no spite
nor sore spot
smiling now
in vague though
tender recollection
if my next half
is better like
the old wives tales
predict
then 'Alleviation'
won't be necessary
for love will be
my finest hour's trick...........
(Sept. 17, 2011 1007am)