The Joke’s on Me

Falling Leaves

Falling Leaves

Gravity weighs heavy
Upon my head
Dragging me earthward
Back bent
Joints stiff, sore
Creek and complain

Zombified at rest
Effort to lift my head
To rise, move
Insecurities worn
As extra pounds
Meaningless rituals

To hide behind my face
My public visage
Humor real, cultivated
Though dark and cynical
Smiling feigned confidence
Which can’t fool death


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