Yore: a visit to my eye doctor
My vision’s crap, I know that for sure
He noted my age
His comment was sage
Young and handsome, yer no anymore
He continued, not ready to stop
My knee itched, bent to bury a pop
Looked into my eye
And to my surprise
He said handsome is what you’ve still got
*Despite the qualifier, shut the duck up.
It’s true, aging is one of my fears
When he voiced it, blood poured from my ears
I will now admit
The number, damn it
I’ve been 29 for 30 years.