I trip and scrape my knee against the pavement. During the two-second delay between the act and the pain, I remember crying as a little boy when I scraped my knee. As the pain kicks in, I think of John Berryman’s line “I am not a little boy,” and a tear re-emerges.
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This is what age does to you. Everything that was so precious and original in your childhood will evaporates with age. Eventually there will be an age where physical pains won't matter that much to most of us
Posted by: Harsha | December 05, 2015 at 02:26 PM