February 25, Meditation on My Last Deciduous Tooth
I’ve just lost my last trace of youth;
My dentist pulled a baby tooth,
Almost eight decades in my head,
It was abscessed and nearly dead.
Lost tooth, lost youth, time marches on;
We turn around and youth is gone.
While I still had this baby tooth,
I didn’t have to face the truth.
My baby tooth, fair youth’s last trace,
Is now long gone; that I must face.
My hips replaced, my prostate grows,
I’m unappealing without clothes.
I’ve found it futile to rebel;
So, I’ve bid youth a sad farewell.