AGE OF AGE

You’re back’s bent so I can see you,
Sort of like a future review.
The more you go your eyes grow larger,
Wear them because they make you see much better.

You know the spell of aging,
Hips are needing more replacing.
Hairs growing from your earlobes,
And your titties’ sagging real low.
Down and out.
Think you’re on a roll –

Sing out!
Sing out your stories to – all out!
First up then down,
Now rough then round.

Space ‘tween your teeth has darkened,
Years passed have really marked it.
Things you do to stop or alter
Backfired and meant to be much better.

You know the spell of aging,
Tabletops are ever-changing.
Brainstorm a storm of stories,
Never will you get all of them
Down and out.
Think you’re on a roll –

Sing out!
Sing out – your stories, too.
All out!
First up then down,
Now rough then round.

And long before
You were Nordic walking by the dairy aisles-
in the store,
You had nothing in your hands
But crumpled carpet floor.
What a way to get around…

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