It is loose, it
jiggles, it flaps & it wiggles,
It aint hard no
more & heads for the floor,
Uttered it
prattles, when gnarled it rattles,
It´s creased
& crinkled & ever so wrinkled,
It´s lined &
floppy & it gets ever so stroppy,
Going yellow
& grey & it´s forgotten to play,
In each step it
shuffles & in word it muffles,
Thin, silver &
stringy - now what´s that thingy?
It´s about forgetting
it all & it all starts to pall,
The Zimmer-doddering
man, where he once ran,
Now not hearing &
seeing, yet forever peeing,
No longer the young,
brave & bold, merely old.
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