We age at different rates, we humans,
some young at sixty, others old at
fifty, and then there are some who
seem to never age at all, the Dick Clarks
of the universe, who drank from
the fountain of youth, or worshipped
at the altar of perpetual non-aging,
and we look at them in wonder,
their skin still smooth, not showing
the signs of years worth of eating
and drinking all of the wrong
things, not thin enough to fold
into origami, yet not thick enough
to bear the brunt of sticks and
stones and words too unkind to
hear, much less endure.