My old school
classmates are
all turning
seventy five
this year.
Not me,
I’m turning
seventy four
and I feel
oddly pleased
about this,
like setting a clock
an hour forward
and so gaining
time. And I
need to gain
all I can.
My old school
classmates are
all turning
seventy five
this year.
Not me,
I’m turning
seventy four
and I feel
oddly pleased
about this,
like setting a clock
an hour forward
and so gaining
time. And I
need to gain
all I can.