Long in the tooth?
That’s part of the truth.
Carve this for a totem:
He’s long in the scrotum!

The outside loses elasticity
while all within are weary wearing out.
The frame condenses and that gravity
will conquer no one dares to have a doubt.
So we see pendula in ball and breast,
and cracks around the edges of the feet,
and sags of crepe and bumps of chicken flesh,
and still the haggarding is incomplete.
For we may slow recover when we trip,
but aren’t likely yet to break a hip.

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