Crap, Poop, and All That Stuff
Hard to believe I'm slowing down
Never thought this day would ever come
Merrily cruising along
Oblivious to all the small changes
Suddenly I'm forgetting things
Or how to do something
That I've been doing by rote
For too many years to count... I'm scared!
My mind goes wild thinking
Of what the future has in store for me!
When I was younger
The thought rarely occurred to me
Almost as if that final day
Was forever away... then WHAM!
It hit me like a ton of bricks
Started wondering, will it be tomorrow
Next week... next month
Don't usually dwell on it
But can no longer ignore it
Sadly, no one escapes
Even the most mighty and powerful
Will finally succumb
CRAP! POOP! And all that stuff!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2014
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