I live in state of decay
all around me I see metal fatigue,
my car will not start
and my heart is tired of beating
without a rest, or and app that can
take over for a few days.
A new battery for the car,
but it still breaks down things fall off.
A new heart?
Not for one who has diabetes
and is already old
Demanding too much, scramble up the mountain of life,
and short of breath.
At the garage a man dressed in oily overall,
and a listening device in his hand
shakes his head,
Rust on the bonnet, a ulcer that can´t be spray painted.
Give it to the scrap dealer, he says
Is he talking about me?
Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2014
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