Paste and Glue
Mornings I wake up fresh as an eighteen year old
Then I try to move and realize that I’m wrong
For all my joints hurt and I shiver from the cold
Craving a cup of java steaming hot and strong
I’m old and the cells in my body tell me so
There are a lot of things I can no longer do
And yet my mind feels young and doesn’t know
The rest of me put together with paste and glue
I look in the mirror, and all I see, salt and pepper
It’s saltier today, more so than yesterday
And despite the moisturizers my wife and I share
All the lines and wrinkles, they’re here to stay
But then when I close my eyes, a young man I see
Thick wavy hair, bright eyes, an engaging smile
Ready to face the future and whatever will be
And conquer the world with oomph and style
I wish there’s a cure, a magic potion
That’ll bring mind and body to perfect unison
Right now, things already meander in slow-motion
I’m fearful in coming days it’ll just worsen
Still it’s futile to live life full of regret
After all much has been realized in my earthly stay
Much more can be attained, life is not over yet
Tomorrow can be as rewarding as yesterday!
So onward I go; I’d get up with joints hurting
Cup of coffee in hand, I shall gaze out the window
Breathe the fresh air, watch the warm sun rising
Praise the Lord, and pray His blessings will overflow
11-30-2020
© Vic Evora
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