As I Get Older
(a poem under construction)
As I get older,
I see more clearly,
but not with my eyes.
I hear more sharply,
but not with my ears.
I smell more ripely,
but not with my nose...
As I get older,
I see more clearly,
but not with my eyes.
I hear more sharply,
but not with my ears.
I touch more intimately,
but not with my finger...
As I get older,
I see more clearly,
but not with my eyes.
I hear more sharply,
but not with my ears.
I love more deeply,
but not with my penis...
As I get older,
I see more clearly,
but not with my eyes.
I hear more sharply,
but not with my ears.
I think more better,
but not with my brain... my head... noggin...
As I get older,
I see more clearly,
(a poem under construction)
As I get older,
I see more clearly,
but not with my eyes.
I hear more sharply,
but not with my ears.
I smell more ripely,
but not with my nose...
As I get older,
I see more clearly,
but not with my eyes.
I hear more sharply,
but not with my ears.
I touch more intimately,
but not with my finger...
As I get older,
I see more clearly,
but not with my eyes.
I hear more sharply,
but not with my ears.
I love more deeply,
but not with my penis...
As I get older,
I see more clearly,
but not with my eyes.
I hear more sharply,
but not with my ears.
I think more better,
but not with my brain... my head... noggin...
As I get older,
I see more clearly,
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