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Someone Should Have Told Me
It’s odd such an important thing dies and no one tells you
It’s odd such an important thing dies and no one tells you. You walk through life thinking what was will always be. Then one day the world slaps you with a harsh reality, maybe a picture of you out to lunch with a few friends, or a notice in the mail you are officially eligible to be considered old by the government offering you a pension for successfully reaching ancient age, an age you once spit at believing you, the eternally young you, will never age.
But then you know, then your age becomes your truth, the twenty-one year old spirit you thought would define you forever is dead, moldy, long gone, it’s memory so far behind you it’s not much more than a few faded photos and a torn, tie-dyed tee shirt in the bottom of a drawer, forever lost to you until you reach lives yet lived.
The picture of you is an old man, long denied even in your bathroom mirror. The others got old you whisper, but not me, I still got it, I am still forever twenty-one… then the reality hunts you down like a lone rabbit staring up at the gun of a hungry hunter.
Old Age found you. Age murdered your spirit of forever young, every creak, every groan a reminder you are now the one that younger you danced around on the street, poor pathetic old man, not…
