I feel age in my bones-
Every muscle; every flex-
The idea of old is reality.
My looks are deceiving-
I am not a raisin-
but the feeling of the
grape shriveling in my inner depth
every hour takes away more of my life
and sends me to insanity.
July 29, 1994
The grape in your inner depth is not shriveling. It's turning into wine.
ReplyDeleteAnd wine only gets better with age.
So I've heard.