When I look at the lithe bodies
in my life or on my screen
I remember what I had
and how blind I was to it
Now I sit with the memories of hope
and dirty streets
while the snow drips
Did I really have my whole life ahead of me
or was that an illusion brought on by the balance of years?
Perhaps I still do
but I just can't see what comes next
or how it ends
Maybe it ends better than it began
and the ultimate achievement is at the eleventh hour
It's so easy to picture yourself in a movie
when you are young and have lots of reel left
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