My Future Self

I wish I’d known the man I used to be For in no way does he resemble me At least not now as time has had its sway To mold him in his day like softened clay The flash of time may bid him “lend a hand” His sox now held up by a rubber band Although his hands may tremble, his knife chatter He manages to eat, keeps gettin’ fatter I see him in the park, alone, with squirrels And I’m not sure which one is the more feral For in his mind life’s battle rages on To stand alone, to live, be no ones pawn Thus, does he rue the ebbing of life’s tide And dream that on the morrow it will rise