I see my feet

belonged to an eleven year old-

barefoot scars and all

My teeth reflected back

to grade skool photo

smile show the gap

mom said

now show the implant.

I comb some

eighteen year old head

in that old mirror

and wonder why gray.

Where did the bags, sags

extra flesh and weakness

come in the mail?

I cannot see

the brain cells

tho I know

many have gone

before me

This inventory must wait -

I have mail.