old age arrives
old age arrives
by norm milliken
old age arrives
old age arrives
in a plain, brown box,
prepaid and taped
against intrusion.
loosely packed,
it rattles
in the handling,
invites curiosity and
with no return address
suggests
opening.
DO NOT open that package Norm – its a wasteland.
Too late, Jim. It’s been open a long time, but it took a while for my body to catch up.