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You Can Laugh or You Can Cry - May 26, 2026

  • Gary Hunter
  • May 26
  • 1 min read

there was a time

when the body was simply

a sweatshirt and pair of jeans

 

we woke up, slipped it on and never

thought about it, so well-bonded with

our restless, impulsive spirit

 

the body did everything we wanted

 

until it slowly changed into what

it is today - same wardrobe

now worn with holes

 

and patches on holes, frayed

edges, splits at the seams,

stitches over stitches

 

that’s the way it is, the same body

we had when young, we wear

like a stiff old uniform today

 

think of it as a hand-me-down

from our younger selves

 

who would either laugh or cry

if they could see us now

 
 
 

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