We have been apart so long
The world and I,
That my soul no longer keeps in time
With the Universe's song,
A decrepit heart,
Already caked with that crust given by age
Shrivels a little smaller,
retreats a little into the corner.
Arms crossed,
Knees bent,
Head down.
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My Papi's Mid-life Crisis
RandomI'm forty two and in danger of falling through the cracks of mediocrity; also known as a midlife crisis. I don't drive, so I can't buy a fancy car to fix it. I love my wife, so I can't have an affair with another woman. This book is part of my attem...
