Finding humor in being 50 years old.
How many years
must I be
before
I am
antiquated ?
Forty ? Fifty ?
Sixty ?
Antiquated as
a broken down chair ?
Antiquated as
a caveman ?
Antiquated as
an egyptian mummy ?
My antiquated bones creaked
as a rusty tin.
My antiquated skin is wrinkled and tough
as an elephant skin.
My antiquated hair is
like a horse’s tail.
That’s how
a fifty year old’s
body appeared to be.
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