Fifty-Something
I felt my knee grinding
The sound like gravel underfoot
A low growl and grumble
Unsympathetic and harsh
Bare bone on bone
My arms and hands sport light brown spots
Like a blighted foliage
A painless, tell-tale reminder
That my autumn has arrived
Summer has gone
The short, cropped hair
Now a silver-streaked brown
My vanity like the cottonwood tree
Displaying the silver underside
Of her green leaves
When I look at my reflection
I recognize that
My bloom is fading
I've ripened, but not fallen
I've some time still
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Love is all you need.
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