Prodigally Aging

My wife knows it, but not the half of it
I know it, but only in a laughing
but dominant part of my brain
age drains the swamp.

At the gym I played with we‪ights
the youngest muscles showed up late
one foot shot well from outside
the other wouldn’t tie his shoe.

The dance of the seasons
to the music of the prodigal stars
arriving in ancient sparks
in three beats and four.

Most of us play good against better
we settle down quicker than we should
feet up sooner than we expected
the luggage we packed closeted
still ready to go.

My wife knows it, but not the half of it
I know it, but only in a laughing
but dominant part of my brain
age drains the swamp.

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