Old Age

Garry Kilworth

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Old Age is a bull

I once saw raising dust

in the far distance –

too far off to worry me.

When we came closer

it seemed he was

marking time,

waiting for me

to narrow the gap.

But now – now we see each

other clearly –

man and beast,

he turns

and charges at me.

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