Life’s Journey

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I seemed to have always been the same age.
Then I looked in the mirror and saw a tired
and devious old man gazing warily back at me.

An old man, alone in a room, masturbating over a memory,
fantasizing about women who have forgotten about me,
and brooding over deliberately missed opportunities.

A shadow of my former shadow
slowly becoming invisible, turning gray.
Unfortunately, nobody noticed
that I never went away.

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3 Comments to “Life’s Journey”

  1. Such delectable dismay ..

  2. i like that you write about jerking off so much. rich topic

  3. I’d love to watch you masturbate. Feel free to email me.

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