which may pass as normal
were he not my dad
the years showing in his face his hairline his midline
sure but I was not prepared for them to execute this ambush
an assault for which no one comes prepared
where are the self-help journals for watching ones predecessors begin to bid adieu
the manual to help aging normalize and life experience manifest as more than
decline
we have got to change the way we enter the stages of our lives
my soul cannot survive the trauma
we are here for more than youth that
fleeting moment between pubescence and fine lines
the world needs us now yet is unable to assimilate the truth into their daily