Nutsack
Shrunken old nutsacks
and sagging breasts
depleted of sap
Your
body shutting down
As time turns
nimble hands
to clenched claws
One foot in the grave
you count
the seconds
and wait
while I watch
you
cling to
memory off
trembling flesh
and sweet insanity
of youth
On your wall
in black and white
you were once young
and proud
but alas
Life is Life
Death is cruel
And old age
just
plain
ugly
poem by Carsten Thomsen
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