Living My Dash
Maybe I'm just a rotting apple.
My mind writes checks, my body can't cash.But I am still alive and living my dash. Tarnished, a bit twisted, kinked and dented.Living a life, some say is a bit demented. Some only see a wrinkled old man.Some see who and what I really am. Yes I am wizened with lines of age.From battles fought inside my own cage. But through it all I've become a wiser man.Still knowing, pay my own way, yes I can. I never look for, or want a...