Here's What's in the Tea Leaves, Babycakes

I am disinclined to see a lot in your
Epiphanies. My bronze-age self
Had just such thoughts, but now
I'm many layers higher, wiser, maybe,
Disinclined to leap these days before
I look. I do not trust epiphanies.
I haven't faith in anything, and,
Anyway, I've lived your future.
Should I still be here (I won't),
When you are my age, you'll be
Fat and torpid, not the one I want,
And you'll be trolling grocery
Aisles, searching for someone like
You, whose youth you'll find
Sufficiently intoxicating that
You'll overlook its penchant
For epiphanies.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-04-01 at 01:01

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