Brown Paper Bag

How old are you?

How old are we,

Who knows,

As old as time

Itself,

As young as

Tomorrow

Or the start of

A snap of the finger,

No really,

How old are you?

I gave him a number

And he left seemingly

Satisfied,

Sometimes we need a

Label for our illusions,

So we can put them in

A little brown paper bag

And keep on collecting.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Dockside” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

5:59 AM October 31, 2014

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