it seems silly

even ugly

silly to face

the facts of the mirror

and what it reveals

to be petty and pointless

i've raised a brow or two

but no one remembers past

their own second glass

theirs are not the memories

i care to think of 

fondly as a fondler

this is what i'll be in

my dress-grays (hair i mean).

i've run some miles\

and walked farther than i should've

i've won no points

and gained no favor that matters. yet you read on

in earnest. what can you discern that

you haven't before. we are the products

of the same system you and i

we have have adapted ourselves

and bent our wills around the same useless precepts

we can forgive and even forget doing it.

but who can tell us anything useful and meaningful

and mean it.

(c) jim hill (2-23-10)