A year more on the clock,
Like a thousand miles
For a car. Heading for the scrapyard,
Though with a few more journeys
Yet to go. Perhaps.
The inches on the waistband try and fail
(Thank God!) to match the candles on the cake;
Knees ache; joints creak; back pain reminds
That youth and health were borrowed joys
That now have passed to someone else -
So why do I still have a smile on my face?
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