While evacuating my gut, sweaty,
Another full circle will terminate,
Just as the sun dips tonight,
They'll take me for yet another spin;
The body now gives signals,
A great many aches here and there,
Activities have begun to slow,
And a many joys begin to ebb...
In the heat of the sahel,
Occasioned by sparse cold spells,
There reason to thank my ancestors,
For yet they say, wait, more to come!