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Old Men Deserve Old Dogs - July 26, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Jul 26, 2025
  • 1 min read

fatigue is worn like a favorite sweater

naps shorten the day

 

we dream of the past -

a leg shakes, the face twitches

a whimper escapes the lips

 

vivid times when our younger selves

performed in ways we never could now

 

remember, we slept a lot as babies

the burden of a new body took its toll

 

perhaps now we sleep to prepare,

in lazy stops and starts,

to release the heaviness

 

until the eternal sleep welcomes us back

wide-eyed and frisky once again

 
 
 

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