Thursday, July 26, 2012

Gifts

My good friend Tom celebrates his upcoming 67th with a hike up a mountain, during which he wrote a new poem. It concludes:
Around the corner is an old man wearing 
Shirt-front slobber, incontinence painted on the trousers.
I know wiring gets hinky when brain matter mushes.

Standing on my head to avoid the swelling -- inevitable
with enlarging numbers -- I come up with a 99 but
Don’t expect much of it.   
Sometimes the best gifts are one's own.

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