Skin

The wrinkles that I wanted as a youth
are now engraved by Time’s impatient blade
into the caricature of that vague dream.

But do not laugh or cry; just know
that steely carver of skin has played a joke
and granted an ancient wish too quickly and too soon.

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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