Forever young

The ice melted,
the sugar dissolved.
Both faded
and got lost
in the red liquid of my glass,
in the red liquid of my core.
Who cares about
the conservation of mass,
when time decides
to do the same to my ass?

Maybe I got this wrong,
but I tried the Buddhists’ advice
of staying always in the present
so I could be forever young.
But the more effort I put
and the closer I looked,
the more I realized
how fast the present vanished,
how impossible to grasp!

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2017-07-09T00:55:29+00:00 Categories: Poetry|Tags: , |