Maybe in twenty years I'll see

My utter ridiculousnessary

I'll smile at the joke

My ignorance evokes

It will be a smile

Smeared in lines

Wiggling jowl

Maybe I'll howl

Alone in the car

Or blinking at stars

Wherever my folly finds my life

Wherever I am my eyes burning bright

Whatever will forgive and place itself

Neatly upon its littered shelf

A piece fit right for that part of the wall

A memory of being not as old

And the sun will set that same day

And the quilt will warm my sleepy head

What world will be past my den

Hopefully I'll care not by then


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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Sun 31st Jan 2021 01:03

Apparently I'm 20 years ahead of you 🌷

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