For I have just become an old lion in winter
or an old hound of war who no longer
turns the heads of women walking
though the crowd except whores
but I have come to prefer
invisibility, my life has
become so much
simpler now not
stuck behind
the plow
of
other
peoples’
expectations
and desires, gone
are the flames from
my eyes and passion
for life as I somnambulate
from one bill to the next paying
them in my sleep…it’s not my turn
anyone more…I had a good long run
now it’s time to pass on the baton
as I walk down the long dark
hallway alone but for
my memories no
longer kissing
angels in my
dreams
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