As I age
my skin fits looser
like my belt at forty-two
after losing
sixty-two pounds.
Gravity’s constant pull
has pressed weight
on my feet long enough
that my size thirteen narrow
is now thirteen medium.
At least age has forced me
to slip folded poetry pages
in my hatband
to fill the space
my ego once occupied.
copyright © 2021 Kenneth P. Gurney
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