Spring 2015: The Devil You Know.

by David Budbill.

I look at the wrinkles on the back of my hand,

or the wrinkles on my wife’s face and I understand

we’re not the same as we were fifty years ago.

 

It’s such an obvious point, so blunt and simple, yet

so hard to comprehend, to understand. Why is

growing old so difficult to embrace?

 

It happens to all of us and,

despite all our efforts, there’s

nothing we can do to stop it.
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from TUMBLING TOWARD THE END, Copper Canyon Press, 2016

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