Life is a circus
pure and simple; utter truth
fulfilled with laughter
In the eyes of a child,
a vision of humorous wonderment;
"One, two, three.... too many to count,
can't resist counting your white hairs, Mom!
OOOH, Can I call you Gramma? haha" "NO!!!"
No empathy or silent remarks,
aches and pangs of creaky bones
Snap, crackle, and pops...
Arthritis stiffening joints, tighter than a hard-on,
feeling like a decrepit old fool.
Age is but a wee number
in the minuscule time-line of life.
Gracefully aging as beauty reigns
in mirrored stellar compassions
Like a new star exploding in the galaxy abounding
destiny grows in poetic strengths
Living a magical journey:
of wrinkles to brace
breasts needing mighty uplifted support
incontinent-al depend-ance
mental memory landslide;
No matter our aging deficiencies of life
we're virtuous in our prime
Honorable winner
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