Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Sonnet 78--A Bad Week to be Growing Old

Sonnet 78--A Bad Week to be Growing Old
I want what I want right now, but I can’t
Step into old age, and do it alone
But I’ve learned that there’s no point in a rant
Even bad health doesn’t merit a moan
I’m trying to be the strongest and best
My sags and my wrinkles make me less dear
Of the standards of life, I failed the test
No mortgage or kids to keep a man near
And yet I have had the greatest of luck
An income and meds to keep me alive
Why still pursue love and the magic fuck
There comes a time to stop buying that jive
So put up with me in these weakest weeks
Give thanks I don’t speak of bowels and leaks

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