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