Thunder storms bring rain,
That makes the sky black.
Snowstorms bring hail,
That hurts my back.

My knees creak and snap
they didn't used to be that way
The weather, wet and cold
Snap, crackle pop, those days

Sub zero temperatures,
Blazing, fierce heat.
How I manage to still live,
Is a pretty sick feat.

Life is measured in time
in strength and determination
while standing in the fallout line
the doorway, to damnation

The weaker die off,
The stronger stay alive.
Tis the survival of the fittest,
Where only the best may thrive.

*Forgotten are the heroes
who don't reach their hands down
to pull up the weakest
so, none of us will drown