when i grow old and lose my hair,
will i still be sprightly,
own a suit and be able to tie my own tie,
feed myself gracefully with chopsticks,
and talk
and recognize my friends?
only time knows.
the way those old men can go through the obituaries nonchalantly and point out their friends,
is heartwrenching.
more so when you knew these old men.
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