Tuesday, August 23, 2016

The Middle-Aged Poet Reflects Upon His Graduating Class

All the youths you knew and loved
and secretly observed--
the young men with their flashing teeth
and bellies subtly curved,
the young girls with their tapered limbs
and energetic smiles,
the golden ones you once worshiped
for all their youthful wiles:
the ones you thought too good for you--

are probably, today,
like you grown kind of chubby,
complacent, tired, and gray.

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