“Saggy skin.
Salt and pepper beard.
Dark circles and cowbags around the dimming dark brown eyes.
Displaying the mug that should be feared.”

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“Foul, disgusting morning breath.
A mouthful of bad, rotting teeth.
Pain and itching even in the most unmentionable places.
Hypertension and diabetes are the health monsters now lying beneath.”

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“This is the funky truth that you now know about your aging novice poet, me.
Every single restless night. Every single waking day.
Facts freely told, no such private inquiry.
Dying against living, slowly slowing down and seriously fading away.”

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“The majority of you might stop to view this.
Some of you will see this confession and still not give a hot damn and not truly care.
But nary of you will never accuse me of purgery or lack of blunt force honesty.
But...can you?
Will any of you remain silent...