Same Again
As I look in the mirror, I’m a road map of lines
My eyes are all bloodshot; it’s a sign of the times
When did it happen, I really don’t know
When more grey hairs than brown ones decided to grow
My head is still pounding, Can’t remember last night
And the bathroom bulb seems ever so bright
I am aching all over and my throat feels quite rough
But some bacon and eggs sorts me out soon enough
An unhealthy lifestyle takes it's toll in due course
Shapes a body well ravaged with much room for remorse
I should heed the changes advised by my peers
To add years to my life and life to my years
I will fend off temptations that won’t let me be
Find a way that results in a much fitter me
I will get some fresh air; Rid my head of this fog
(Then I might just pop in for a hair of the dog)
Copyright © Rob Bettridge | Year Posted 2015
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