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Trade In - May 3, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • May 3, 2025
  • 1 min read

I must walk slower

and funnier each day

 

because each year there’s

less stride, more shuffle

as the crane of my back lowers

and the stomach sags

 

skin collects around

hips, folds and creases

announcing new purple color s

with each bump

 

smiles not as broad

jowls droop and wrinkles

splinter the face

eye bags look like airbags

 

I know old cars

like to use old repair shops

 

but at some point

it’ll be time for a trade in

 

if only I can find a dealer

to carry the extra cost

 
 
 

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