Sonnet XVII – Oh, Crap!
Sometimes the words are elusive as Hell,
Oh, it’s high time to admit I was wrong,
And eat my humble pie on the half shell.
I can’t keep buying the old dance and song.
These fifty-eight years of daydreams get stale.
I need normal but the world is insane.
Nobody cares that I’m getting more frail,
I can’t put myself through this shit again.
I’m tired of whining and too old to wail.
Now is the time to become the Grand Dame.
And read all these books while my eyes still work.
Return to being a theater ham.
And haul my ass into nearby New York.
With no time on my clock, I’ll wait for Love.
But please, could someone give Cupid a shove?