Yes, I’m in pretty good shape for the shape I’m in,
but I’m also banged up around the edges. For instance,
no one would look at me and think I’m younger than
my age. They’d likely think I’m older. Be that as it may,
I’m often greeted as if it’s understood I have a sense
of humor. And just the other day, the tow truck driver
who came to rescue us when our car battery died
told me I had a magnificent beard. I was in the back seat
of his truck when it happened. I was having a hard time
getting my seat belt buckled when he leaned back to help and said,
Oh, I see. Your magnificent beard is in the way,
which was true, except for the magnificent part. Long,
yes. And larger than most. And mostly gray. What am I
to do? Although I dress in standard attire, I have a ridiculous
appearance. It isn’t my intention. It simply happened
of its own accord. It might even have been
my fate, my destiny. Anyway, I’d say the results are in,
except that if I’m lucky enough to go on living, I’ll likely
end up looking and being even more ridiculous,
until I’m most humorously and ridiculously dead.
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William Michaelian 