Life's Little Joke
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Barry Smyth
as time inevitably moves forward
and mortality becomes the new reality.
A fragility sneaks in unannounced
gate crashing life’s great party
Bringing it to a grinding halt.
Young at heart, a meaningless sentiment
when the body can no longer live up
to the demands placed upon it.
The epic morning after, the final stretch,
immune to the normal hangover cure,
a cruel reminder of the ultimate joke.
No Nobel prize awarded here
as a life’s work is reduced
to net worth on a balance sheet.
And memories are a cold comfort
in the twilight of one’s life
when there is still so much more to do.
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