

Kerouac never saw the ever widening of the roads, I have...we all have
Hemingway way tolled his own bell, I might....we all might
Dylan Thomas, the night went gently into him, I want that...we all do
Hunter blew his mind eternally, and then blew his remains over Woody Creek
Out with a bang twice, as only he could....as I can only hope to, as should you
I really don't want to get too old... I saw my grandfather and my GF's gf slowly deteriorate, they suffered and couldn't do anything about it, bed ridden, minds going they no longer felt like men and it frightened me to think of having to go out the same way....
Coarse edged youth, the irish pendants string from their smiles
not yet plucked as to slacken the seams
and drag down the features of age,
no folds or creases from unkempt wear
eyes of tranquilty, crystalline-beads
no sign of despair in their hair, nor their hearts
but oh they have yet to be experienced and that makes aging so very worth it...ML circa2012
The journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step.

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