Old as I am
And olderness coming
Day by day
Vocabulary rotting
Wasting away

Detach, detach
Who needs the grief?
The foolishness
Of vain denial

So much of life
One brief foray
Mainly wasted on

Sat here now
In mid creation
Tip of the tongue
But spittleless

There’s a good word for it
But what it is
Is another matter
Sit patiently


About Ben Naga

Pilgrim on the lam. Please feel free to explore the links to learn more. I trust you will find some things there will have been worth the effort. See you there.

Posted on February 18, 2016, in Poetry and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. You definitely put a bitter taste in my mouth about aging. Well expressed.

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  2. Being able to detach seems to come easier with age.

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