old school heartaches
now seem frivolous, while
backaches grow more prevalent -
still, blessed I am for another
season in the sun
My knees are a bit wobbly
but steadfast, my vision grows
poorer but nonetheless insightful,
while my inner child celebrates
perpetual youth with ice-cream cake
and caramel-flavored dreams
Though this year I did not
truly find "Neverland," I'm glad
to still give chase to such
pipe dreams, where time stands
still like sand, with journeys left
to explore for another day...
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