Forks and Shoelaces
Old age has changed the nature of my chores
replacing doorstops – holding open doors
or when the joy of shopping slowly flags
I stand with other men – just holding bags
We dine – I weigh the cost of cold French fries
and order well done burgers – children’s size
for something’s gone awry within the loop
that schedules when and where I’ll have to poop.
It seems I live a life somehow gone placid
along with once taut muscles now gone flaccid
Yet still I fight the battle – break the rules
for still I feed myself – tie my own shoes.
So if you’re young and strutting through your prime
please, take a hint and cherish all such time
while your on the quest for more and more
take heed for age has a trap door.
John G. Lawless
©10/15/2019
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2019
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