Pickled

The way some people grow old...

As he grew old
He coalesced
And began to drink less water

Instead he preferred tea
Wine, beer, or liquor
And his thoughts narrowed

Less opened to the flow of his own development
His character crystallized like a stone
And he became set in his ways

Dryly he disapproved of others' decisions
Inflexibility defined him
And quietly, uncomfortably, he fossilied

Reviews

[s y e]

Woo, this is out of this world, Robby. I have not read you in yonks and for that I am sorry... I've been missing out dearly. Will be over to read more soon!

Out of this world my friend.

[Robert Tusitala O'Neill]

I'm super complimented, Noodle! I just had a strange impulse and wrote this one. I think it had to do with my having a really dry mouth for awhile. I have known people like this though...You know?