you don't think much about being old
when you are young
but when you get old
you think about it alot
you think about the real meaning
of life
what is it for
why do we have it
minimum control
ultimately no control
if you are lucky young is easy
maybe even fun
you don't know enough
to know
how much you don't know
you pine away the day
wishing for all the wrong stuff
and sometimes you get it
and crash and burn
you have alot of years
for that smooth waxed paper slide
into old age
as a matter of fact
until its here you don't know it
but what you do know is what you didn't know
when you were young
keep waxing your slide
its called
being alive
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
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