in a little while

you become a strange old thing

     picking up dead branches in a yard

     throwing balls to young dogs

     (laughing with joy at their eager speed)

     wearing plaid pajamas until after lunch

     muttering to yourself about memes and old lore

          a wife will say you’re getting stranger with each white hair

               but you’ve always been this way

                    age is just carving away

          &...

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