Bald, Pale, Short

30 years, then and now.
you lost all hair,
a compulsory version
of Yul Brynner
still short but this time
on paler skin
your eyes are still sharp
less the silence
on a drink you pour out
what life did to you

as always this drink
will still be my treat
oh man, time has not
changed
your poverty.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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