Monday, February 18, 2013

You reach an age where the body becomes an interference

Joints like timber
Jut and creak

Skin like sandpaper
Pores that reek!

Wire brush hair
Color tarnished

Nails that bend
Ridges once varnished

This shelter wails of better days.

Must straighten
Tighten, use all ways

Restore the surface
Work in the oil

Use all the tools
Paint to foil.

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