What have I accomplished in a half century?

I putz around so that I wouldn’t choke on anxiety.
I smirk when I get nauseous from loneliness.
I blink for tears well up fogging my sight.

I am oscillating between reality and a memoir.

The reflection in a mirror bows the streaks-of-white-showing, unkempt, hoary head.



For The Daily Post’s daily prompt, Gray.


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