Almost Old
Tragicomic reflections on ageing and motherhood
Friday, July 26, 2013
Big ship
A big ship on the horizon
Nose forward, listing to one side
Looks tired and unsteady,
Heavy with life's uneven load
The thin blue line cuts
A cruel dash across
Indifferent in its flat perfection
To the weight of its cargo
Of slumped souls on board.
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