Urbane
Reflection
Why’d you
make me cry?
Like a
poke in the eye
I
remember long ago when there was only the future
Now
there’s so much past and that’s what lasts
Yes I do
weaken and regret
The scars
on my body and the creases on my face
I don’t
frighten that easy
I read
people like in a speak easy
The past
gives me pleasure but also painful measure
Some
start to say I’m old
I just
look at them and think, it takes no skill to be young
And with
age comes the courage to be bold
But y’all
know this is fleeting for the universe
So rather
embrace the love side of life
I rather
find the beautiful than the ugly
My grand
mammy from down South would be proud of me
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