Philip Deal Books

After Photo

On my birthday – the damned things just keep coming – this seemed appropriate.




People my age
now recognize me as
people their age,
a new disappointment 
revealing flaws
deeper than wrinkles.

Your age is in your mind
has been my mantra,
a lie that denies,
like money and desire.

I don’t want to be twenty
again, I just don’t want to be
that after photo of your
favorite star, so old
it makes you gasp.

One Response

  • Bart Barton
    Aug 11, 2018

    Love the poem. I can certainly relate!

    Bart Barton Aug 11, 2018

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