December 17, 2018

The Fountain of Truth


I hear I’ve no requirement to
Be growing old and worn,
No scientific reason to
Be wrinkled and forlorn.

No deconstructing chemistry
That can’t be turned around
To make my failing body right
And tight and bright and sound.

No breakdown of my systems that
Smart doctors can’t reverse
Returning my deposit on
That black and shiny hearse.

No single, solitary thought
That any mind can think
That justifies my plunging from
The geriatric brink!

Except for this endorsement in
Mortality’s behest:
I’m sick and tired of all this crap;
I need a good, long rest!

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