Sunday, March 3, 2013

That'll Be Me

That'll be me in about 20 years
 with my translucent skin over sharp
 cheek bones,
 asking a retail clerk to get something for me that I cannot
 reach,
 my teeth hanging on by a thread of tissue,
 my eyes will become distant as if I see the end of my life but
 I am not there yet,
 just this frail, petite wisp of a body that
 doesn't walk well or quickly anymore.
That'll be me with my thinning hair and excellent manners which
 tell the story of a much different generation where
 texting was something strange about to take over a nation and
 great Pie was the way we told others
 about our joy for living.
That'll be me with my ache to be seen,
 long gone now as others look past my diminishing body,
 they fail to see themselves or even realize that
 one day
 they will be saying to themselves
That'll be me
too.