Evolution Gone Awry
There comes a time when every man
must confront a mirror (if he can)
when the aging body’s shape
shows signs of a changing landscape.
Where once it had not a dab of flab
there’s now more than two hands can grab!
And where the lay was pleasing to the eyes
the distortions are now of grotesque size!
And so you are compelled to question
with ever increasing desperation:
Has evolution lost its original purpose
and changed into a process in reverse?
If so, a man may as well adjust to the fact
he is inescapably regressing back
to an emerging prehistoric example
of a latter-day Neanderthal!
Copyright © Maurice Rigoler | Year Posted 2022
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment