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[aid] => mick
[title] => age
[time] => 2005-04-24 21:28:54
[hometext] => i didn't proofread it because i knew if i did, i'd never post it. older people will understand this, and younger ones will see what they have to look forward to.
[bodytext] => one day after the other and it all seems so small so insignificant not something you really think about at all until you wake up and you're thirty and it's just a slap in the face as you find you have nothing to show for the time that you've wasted sure, there were good times and alot of wild nights but aside from the scars and those wrinkles you (try to) ignore you haven't really changed in any way you're proud of and you spend the next ten years wondering what the hell you're gonna do about it and then BAM, you're forty time for a tattoo or a motorcycle or a younger lover anything to take your mind of that damn number and those days that seemed to drag by as a kid are flying by so fast now that you just wanna cry everything is here and gone so fast and the feelings of permanancy that you used to feel about so many things aren't there to comfort you anymore but it's ok fifty is still around the corner and you just keep thinking that until it's on you like a predator and you never see the futility of your struggle the comb-over that doesn't hide the bald spot the plastic surgery that can't hide the age in your eyes every time eating effort you can imagine snatched and utilized to ward off the inevitable and now friends and family start dying the circle of memories gets smaller and you find yourself reminiscing alone and you're too old for drugs and alcohol just makes you sick so you're forced to face the mirror sober with fewer friends around to tell you that you can barely notice those crow's feet sixty you want to cry out for help as ridiculous as it sounds but you don't wanna seem childish and besides, the friends that are still alive aren't behaving this way but you can see it in their eyes the desperation the dawning of the terrible truth you're already halfway There things start slipping your mind those lost car keys would've just been annoying twenty years ago but now they're just another reminder of the only thing you can't forget seventy you try to stay active to keep your wits about you and to keep your kids from dumping you in a nursing home you remember how sad and pitiful those old people looked when you were young but it's not so funny anymore and your grandkids are getting old enough to have kids of your own and the babies will be such a joy but those happy little faces are just another guise for the reminders eighty everything hurts and if it doesn't hurt you can't feel it anymore anyway it almost makes you laugh to think of what sex would do to your body now but then again it almost makes you cry you've outlived almost all your friends and your kids and grandkids are the only family you've got left sitting in front of the tv smiling remembering summers spent in the sun remembering young love remembering..... then you fall asleep again ninety it's too much work to worry now you've resigned yourself to the quiet dread of a deathrow inmate you don't sleep much anymore just lie awake thinking tearfully grateful for the memories that haven't been erased yet then to the hospital to suffer the cruel indignites of whatever hateful health problem set it's sights on you fluid in your lungs the weight on your chest the family (what's left of it) gathered around your bed and they try to hide it but you can see the tears in their eyes and you smile it's been a good life but you still can't ignore the twang of bitterness you feel you weren't supposed to die that wasn't part of the deal and now here it is you can feel it (you're just going to take a short nap then tell them all to go home you'll be fine but even as you close your eyes you know you'll never open them again you feel warm all over a tingling numb, like your whole body went to sleep a sound in your ears like wind and the final pain, as your body let's go) your mind going out the memories that have become your life dimming, getting blurry there is no feeling now no bitterness or sorrow just you in the Void becoming Nothing burning the last of your existence away with the happiness you finally feel for all the time you had [comments] => 4 [counter] => 232 [topic] => 32 [informant] => Cancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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