not-so-gradual agingMature

I've been here too few years
to be this worn,
these practiced smiles &
"inside voices" surrounded neatly
by supermodel beautiful girls, -
one of which I've never been, -
are beginning to weigh me down,
down, down & I feel so old, now.

& amongst these things,
my existence aches, & now-a-days,
Advil doesn't do the trick.

Taking all of this one day
at a time is less
than the best you could help me do.
These days, it seems,
have grown to be a series
of uncomfortable events.

The End

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