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Saturday, August 4, 2012

Twenty-Five

Twenty-Five


I turned twenty-five
In my mind today
'Tis a good year -
I think I'll stop here
And linger a while,
A decade or two -
Too old for a child
Too young for the truth of
Life and what it can do.

It's a hundred and five -
I don't mind,
I'll leisurely stroll
Amid my urban snobbishness
And poverty chic,
Past the old apothecary
And gas lamp lit homes -
Places George Washington
Would have known,
Coffee bar stoned
Separated from self.

My want for a brownstone
And baby grand piano
The seed of conformity
And the price of conventionality
Just a few years away,
But my existential angst
Won't register yet -
Invincible and eternally young.


~Darkling Plain, Nov. 8, 2006

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