Since today is my birthday and also the one year anniversary of my little blog, I thought it would be appropriate to post a poem I had published several years ago about getting older.
GAMBLING WITH TIME
What is age
but an illusion
That melts like a sugar cube
inside our minds
Sweet and sour
raw and spicy
For there is no time except
for the play that skims through your head
Because life is like
betting on a longshot
The over/under
some abstract number
The odds pivoting
like a roulette ball
When the only sure thing
is that there is no sure thing
So place your bets,
then read em and weep.
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