One’s Friends Are Either…Or (this is NOT in my new book A Sense Of The Ridiculous)

One’s friends

Are either sick or dying,

Husbands leaving for

A younger woman, younger man,

Wives whose lives outlive them both.

Faces un-adorable,

Phases unavoidable,

Arrows point to trends and ends,

One’s self becoming old.

One’s Friends Are Either…Or 6.30.2015

Birth, Death & In Between II, Circling Round Aging;

Arlene Corwin

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