I’m putting on a brave new face these days
Physically and mentally
Behind a combination of denial and acceptance
Happiness and forebode
The virus, inflation, pains of growing old
My body doesn’t work like it used to
Was a time thought I’d live forever
With that 20-year-old’s frame
But have to admit now it’s seen better days

I don’t go far nor do I want to
Safe in my artificial womb
When there I tear the mask away
So that I can breathe normal again
And all the pleasures and horrors accumulated
Over the course of my life
Relished, each for its own unique design

I’m putting on a brave new face these days
As I’m sure a lot of us are

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Posted on 12/10/2021
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