Hours in the Day

A partial autobiography

Though,
my body grows weary and liver spots
and other spots, with no name,
have appeared on my skin,
despite lotions and potions
and I just can't win,

Though,
my bladder has become coyly, shy,
except, when I cough and sneeze
and trying to hold it in,
nearly brings me to my knees,

Though,
my bowels are clogged from years
of fat, rich food,
and if I am in a quiet place,
I send forth noises, rude,

Though,
there can be a portent
of grumbling and suddenly,
sphincter control is lost
and I realize,
I'm not my body's boss,

Though,
tears spring to my eyes,
as easily, as not fitting into my jeans,
as they do, at remembering,
unrealized dreams,

Though,
I know I need to sleep,
yet, hold sleep at bay,
because, there really aren't
enough hours in the day,

Though,
the clock is ticking
and you'd think, I would slow down,
the truth is-
I'm just too tightly wound.

Reviews

[Ama May Cooper]

Its somewhat terryfing thinking about this , such a worrying poem but so true.. time is short and the urgency of your words imprints it into the readers head. Very well written

[Wendy Seames Garner]

How can this happen to us? We still feel inside, like we did at twenty. No, there never are enough hours in the day, but when I try to stretch the time out, I find myself falling asleep in the middle of things.

[Coyote Poetry]

Such truth in this poem. We can take care of the body. In the end. Our body is the boss. Life and aging lead us on a new path. Too much to do in a day. Last line is fact for the most of us. Hard to relax and think when mind is running a million mile a minute. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Zeek4]

I just read Maha's review and I disagree about the exclamation. I think you should put it back in.

[Zeek4]

Cute poem. There are thousands of Baby Boomers that can relate to your clever words, me being one of them. As we all slowly wind down one should try to face the inevitable with a sense of humor and wit, which you have done wonderfully.

[Samuel Dickens]

I know how you feel. From my viewpoint, age is a terrible thing, but still not as bad as the alternative. The tight-wound spring is mostly a good thing, don't you think? Without it, we might sit down for a rest and never get back up.

it captured physical pain poetically in a very good style. I think you should do without the "!" at the end; kinda dilutes the feeling.