Give and Take
As down the path of life I go
footprints in time I make
and Mother Nature gaily plays
her game of give and take.
She gives me wisdom every year
in varying degrees
but takes away the knowledge as
to where I've left my keys.
She takes my hair in wispy strands
each night from off my head
then kindly gives some back inside
my nose and ears instead.
She's taken my well-toned physique
but left me with love handles
that smooth, taut neck now modified
looks like a melting candle.
Grim Reaper, when you come for me
I know thy scythe be sharp,
and take away my final breath
replace it with a Harp.
Until when that time comes, dear Lord
if you would be so kind
feel free to give more laughter lines-
don't take away my mind.
Copyright © Viv Wigley | Year Posted 2016
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