Friday, December 4, 2015

A Recent Morning

one hundred years in the life
of which I have seen sixty-seven,
one hundred always seemed
like a good number
with which to play,
but has little to do with
my life as we know
my life to be, so,
I wonder if it could have been
some sort of misprint
on my mental paper
that escaped the
proof readers somehow
and would that have been
due to age or carelessness?

31May15

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