Watching a Man I Know Age
i.
Picture the man, only black and white,
And gray
Picture his youth.
Feel how he smiles,
And carries his weight
With Grace.
ii.
See his face grow grim.
Watch his features harden.
Noting is as sleek.
Nothing’s as smooth.
iii.
Tell me what you see.
Tell me it’s not him.
Then again,
It is him
But it doesn’t seem like him
Tell me again
That it’s him
Because I can hardly believe.
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