My oldest cell is pushing seven
and it's time for it to go!
That's just the way it is, pal;
the new kids need have their day.
Perhaps I could spare a smallish speech
to fete the good times and bad -
days amazingly graced
scaling some testy peak or other.
Not all dawns were rosy strewn
but you, dear friend held fort -
cloaking my back through
bitter days of tears and dread.
A favor of you if you please:
when you go,
please stow a portion
of my sorrows in your pack.
and let the new boys have
a sunshine day or season.
We all could use the break.
So "Adios, Amigo,"
Thanks for dancing on my stage.
August, 2013
Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 4:59 PM UTC
My oldest cell is pushing seven
and it's time for it to go!
That's just the way it is, pal;
the new kids need have their day.
Perhaps I could spare a smallish speech
to fete the good times and bad -
days amazingly graced
scaling some testy peak or other.
Not all dawns were rosy strewn
but you, dear friend held fort -
cloaking my back through
bitter days of tears and dread.
A favor of you if you please:
when you go,
please stow a portion
of my sorrows in your pack.
and let the new boys have
a sunshine day or season.
We all could use the break.
So "Adios, Amigo,"
Thanks for dancing on my stage.
August, 2013
Our bodies replace all of our cells every seven years. Just think of all those fresh starts!
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