Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Mirror Image

I have aged, beyond repair.
My body at war with my best intentions.
Taut and tired is what the gym makes me.
While plump, juicy youth
Firmly cocks a snook at me.

My heart has aged, beyond justice.
My life in battle with my oldest dreams.
Etched and exhausted is what my fantasies make me.
While transient visions, missions, transgressions of the merely young
Pass me by in piteous disdain.