at the very beginning
a bass horn hummed from the left ear
merging with the shrieking violin from the right
climbed to the mountaintop
then howling and roaring
together they rushed down and swept across the wilderness
soon they were scooped up and held in midair
waiting for the conducting baton
to drop

Your left knee is arthritic,
Your spine is warping too
Your reactions aren’t so quick
And you’re often in the loo,
But we cannot help you
Your time is simply due.
It’s normal for your age.

Your skin’s become quite dry
As well as your nether parts
Your outfit isn’t fly
And you’re far more prone to farts
But it’s been written in the cards
It’s been sung by many bards
It’s normal for your age.

You tell me it’s an illness
And you want it treated fast
I’m afraid it’s your willfulness
You weren’t designed to last
The diagnosis is that your youth is in the past
We won’t treat your condition; the die’s already cast.
It’s normal for your age.

Cold and rain outside
I stay in and wait

I like Heraclitus
Not Alexander the Great

Vegetarian tacos
They do satiate

But for fine philosophy
Born too late, Born too late

Green meadows or grey rooms,
I can't quite tell

It sparkled and breathed.

People in white,
conversing in an alien tongue
I can't quite tell

Only the faintest flavor remains, a whiff time to time
All through the day

At noon it struck;
Yes!
I see it all at once;
I feel it;
Beauty, depth, insanity
I am enraptured in the glorious swan song

Before my dream disappears forever,
beyond this world
Only its lovely essence lingering

yes lord
i
can feel
the
changes coming
i
can feel it
in your gentle breeze
in
the
drifting air
and
through
the
atmosphere
upon
my
heartbeat wings
yes Lord
i am ready for the change