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Poems for Sunday - 1. Sometimes
Sometimes
I embrace the gray and give a middle finger to the sky
as I dance in the rain.
Other times, I scowl at the stranger in the mirror,
remembering less pounds and wrinkles;
sleepless nights easily remedied with an extra cup or two of coffee
the next morning at work.
Now caffeine is the cause of insomnia instead of the cure.
I stopped shaving years ago and don’t give a shit
when it makes other people uncomfortable.
There was a time when I would have been mortified.
I may have celebrated fifty anniversaries of my birth,
But that doesn’t mean I’m old.
Instead, I’ve decided life is just beginning.
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