old beyond repair

With gratitude to Ed Hart

the time arrives
when something crawls inside

to tell biology
the time

I felt it creep
slept with one eye
on the clock

and under bed
alternately

must have
at some stage
nodded off

for now

this form of mine
constricts in pits
and lines

more akin
with whence I came

than sky
where once
the aspirations

were so set to fly
and by the by
met bye bye

snuck up tapped my shoulder
like a last drinks call

or prison staff
at too brief visitation

telling me
it's time yes
it crept up fast

I lost track
somewhere between
the summer wine

and autumn breeze my

teeth are sound
the hair be grey
may nothing fall

fail fade break
decline or dissipate
just

one more day

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

They say the universe in its entirety is in entropy. We are perhaps just experiencing our private corner of dilapidation. Even stars fade or burst in novae. Eh, maybe it's better to burn out like a meteor all ablaze in a ball of fire than a rocky satellite hiding out in the shadows of some sleepy planet. Life comes and goes too fast. That much I know.

[ARLorenz]

I like that I could feel the quiet creeping sensation that the passing of time gives you while reading this poem. Even though I am "young" I could connect to the words. Thank you

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow i felt my age today--in the heat, playing tennis...realizations of tempering activities...yet still healthy...teeth hanging in there, hair too...but this poem felt like i was looking into a mirror.

i appreciate the deft way you presented this idea.

j.