Old Age
Old age is like walking
through a mine field
on a sunny day
under a blue sky
when the world is perfect
as long as you stay lucky
and avoid the step that
will blow up the beauty
of the day and change
the world forever. Old age
is a crap shoot without
a winning pot, a contest
to determine who loses
the least and survives
to tell the tale. Old age,
thy name is written
on a steamed mirror
and disappears quickly.
Old age is what you wish
on your enemy. On your friend,
you wish a natural death.
Old age is like walking
through a mine field
on a sunny day
under a blue sky
when the world is perfect
as long as you stay lucky
and avoid the step that
will blow up the beauty
of the day and change
the world forever. Old age
is a crap shoot without
a winning pot, a contest
to determine who loses
the least and survives
to tell the tale. Old age,
thy name is written
on a steamed mirror
and disappears quickly.
Old age is what you wish
on your enemy. On your friend,
you wish a natural death.