“Don’t ask her her age. That would be so rude!”
“As if. This is a new age, old man. Age is just a number now.”
“That’s a bunch of bull, and you know it. Ask it and be relegated to the dustbin of relationship history.”
“Everything you say tells the universe how old you are. What was it like to ride a triceratops?”
“Don’t worry. You’ll get to see for yourself when she slaps you so hard she sends you back in time.”
Majestic wooden boats used to sail the seven seas in search of adventure and money
And of those two, money was the more important
So when the age of steam dawned on technology’s horizon, those great ships could see their time sunsetting
That’s when the magic died and shipping became not an adventure, but a commodity, a rich one.
Every thrust of his hips was planned to showcase his nature
Leaving girls and women screaming at the top of their lungs
Vexing the men that had accompanied them, secretly jealous of his powers
It was a coming of age for an entire generation
Summarized in a single man, an icon, a legend
Stars send speeding photons flying through the nothingness
To land blissfully on my eyes as I look heavenward
Awestruck at the age of the light that graced me
Realizing a small chunk of ancient history
Looking at a place that might not exist anymore
It causes me to pause, wondering what I am casting into the void around me
Giving life to something that will outlast my stay in this universe
Hoping that someone will gaze upon that something and be inspired
To create their own light and cast it into the unknown
Varicose veins climbed his legs like a trellis
It had purple blossoms of bruises to give that bit extra artistic something
Nothing he did seemed to help with the aches and pains
Except the thought of even at his age something of beauty was still growing within
You remember those days when your body didn’t ache
Or you could eat two pizzas and not gain a pound
Until that dreaded middle age kicked in
That flipped your whole world, but you didn’t notice till it was too late
Here we are now, but there is a silver lining. Okay, maybe not.
Reaching from one horizon to the other
A pair of dull gray arms hug the hard-compacted earth underneath
Iron spikes cement the bond of their timeless relationship
Lasting valentine to the age of steam
Obviously, age is just a number counting trips around the sun
Leaving its loving marks on mind and body
Despite our desire for the contrary
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The aromas of honey and age greeted Kendra’s nostrils
As she opened it up and inhaled deeply
Salivating a bit she smiled and tried to take it all in
The flavors danced and spun such a complex tale
You never knew how good the story would be in an old book
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Age practically dripped from his eyes
Narrow crevices in his cheeks channeled it to his down turned lips
Catching on the stubble of his six day old white beard
It collected there until large drops of it plopped to the ground below
Eyeing those around him, he wondered if they realized how quickly time moved
Nothing had prepared him for that rapid transition
Too bad he couldn’t tell time to get off his lawn, else he might be fertilizing it
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