#Today
The snow of old age falls, daily
while I stand before the mirror
using the razor as a shovel
to clear the walkway
to a face I remember.
#poetry #writing #time
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nostr:npub1cppueu5z5xpp2ruqskuwlth0qtdr7s5mtjrqywruxnq3e0y7gqxq572uya man, I gave up shovelling a long time ago, now my face looks like an abandoned house in March. 🧔