Don`t ask me about my age. I am old. It is enough to know. They say, that you are old, when your children begin to look middle-aged. I have no children, so it is difficult to define my age. I have no passport, to support me with stony facts, as I lost it some days ago.
I don`t remember my age. I was told that I am 17. Deaf, dumb and blind they are. Or me? There is no glam in my eyes, my eyesight is getting worse. Though I don`t want to wear glasses. Do I want to escape the word in this manner?
The sleepy morning leads me to the dull evening. My night is filled with Wagner and poetry. I feel myself bored, nothing can entertain me. Most of all I am bored of myself.
I will die soon. Don`t panic, my dear. Soon I will be young again.
My Age
© Copyright: Иммануил Вспылил, 2011
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