Leonard Dabydeen

Age - Poem by Leonard Dabydeen

you old much-ado-about -something
now you come to take stock
of my tattered clothes
and hobbled knees
and my thinning gray hair
and my frail bone-in body
why is it that you think
my memory is short of breath
as if I suffer loss of time
here in this neck of the woods
if I were to tell you
that I’ve been there
and done that too
perhaps you’ll shower me
with acquiescence wider
than the smile of a chimp
or regurgitate in laughter
louder than the echo of a hyena
or perhaps make your hands akimbo
to support your equine jaw
only to consider
that your time will come
like ocean waves washing
towards the shore
and leaving a crustacean memory
for those who are yet to come.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 27, 2010

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