Luck Of The Draw
Age
doesn’t bother me
and come October the twenty-third
I’m going to seventy
big deal
still very sexy apparently
which is entirely
luck of the draw
if I wasn’t an alcoholic, a smoker
meditated, practiced yoga
and actually looked after myself
l’d look even better
I’m sure
on a good day I positively glow
and eyes slavishly follow me
wherever I go
swinging slim hips
smile on my lips
but O
what’s presented externally
isn’t exactly
quite what it seems
suffering as I do
from shattered dreams
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