Age: Haiku and Tonka

I
Everything fails—
The ability to count
Even five syllables.

II
One struggles to breathe
Evenly; to rise without
Stagger, knee pain wince.
The cruelest affliction?
Wounded lust, limpness and sag.
(6/30/11)

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