We part like the red sea, without the confines of our frailty…
This simile feels stale in my stomach like a piece of moldy bread
My hunger subsides for now, but will rise again……
I think of the first line… We part like the red sea….It feels like a different person wrote that line. Today a different skeleton shakes…. Gray hairs have begun to salt my scalp…my muscles take longer to heal from the marathon days that they endure. My hand shake is firmer, beard is thicker, my eyes are more careful then they once had been. The reality of my experiences has strengthened me with the power to discern my ambitions so I no longer get lost in my dreams… Like Narcissus I loved my old reflection….. Less Narcissistic and more realistic I appreciate my new reproduction more than I ever have, I look forward to getting older and the clarity that comes with experience….. Like an old man shouting from his wheelchair, pot belly and all.. I declare youth to be wonderfully exciting and fresh, invigorating and wistful. And yet I highly anticipate the longing for prune juice, dentures, cardigans, and comfortable Velcro shoes.
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