~

Sometimes I go out,
my fly,
wide open;

most times,
I won’t catch it,
at all!

~
perhaps, it’s a stretch
of old imagination,
or hoping,

it’s a Freudian Slip –
not Fall.

~
But aging is different,
by old and tired bodies;

raging Young archetypes
spring forth and then fall.

~
And a fly, wide open,
is loss of the biceps;

and the mind,
as a sign
of recall.
~

©Marvin Loyd Welborn 2011
revised 20 February 2013; 16 July 2015.