Denouement

 

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I look to a mirror

And see I am old,

Balding, skin dry,

My beard greyed.

 

The skin of my hands

Has thinned like plys

Of ice on water, early

Winter mornings.

 

I first read this poem

My class read today

Forty years ago, when,

Like them, I still believed.

 

I am old; there is no

Resolution to this poem.

 

(February 27, 2018)

 

 

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