Inexorable Senescence


as I'm passing these stone steps
in City Island, I wonder
how my world is now full of thunder;
because you refused to comply
with my loss due to a blunder.

I wanted an honest reply
that even when I'm gray and dry,
you'd remain mine.

you gave me exhausted sigh.

plunging me into debris,
with no hope to be free,
from the maggots that swarm,
elasticity was no guarantee.

these steps are inviting and warm,
but I have to follow the dust storm
it'll be years till I conform.

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