Fading head of hair.
Shocked to still be alive.
Sat down to play breakfast.
Folk wisdom spat out.
Blurting everything out.
anything floating behind the eyes.
His girlfriend 20 years his junior,
remained hushed.
His clear eyes searched the external for sanity,
focused the eyes became beady.
He sat there vacuum cleaner exhausted.
Telling his life story.
He was a car slowly running out of gas in a rough dirt road.
Abrupt and inapropriate at every bump to the wheel.
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