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 Men in ShortsI don't want to becomeThat old man in shortsPale legs like crustacean claws Black-dyed hair middle-partedCombed back and blow driedBounding across the parking lotWith a self satisfied lopeThat wilts the dandelions nearby You don't need to see my legsWhen I ’m old and senescent I'll be in pants, in comfortable shoesSitting over there on the benchCrew cut gray, black glasses Pretending to read a bookAbout ecological catastrophesWatching the the world go byAll the young men in suitsStrutting with leather attaches Whistling brash tunesThey ’ll someday call Regret Whispering to myselfWe ’re all going to dieAs a matter of factAnd I wasn ’t thatNor that Nor that6/14/22

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - June 14, 2022 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs