Pray let me become relieved of this the mortal coil.
Year in and year out my brain and body toil.
Stretched and taut.
My body caught within a life exhausted in which no man can ever win.
Twists of stress as the double helix is unbound.
Secrets of inheritance morbidly uncoiled.
Pain of heart and aching bones.
The wailing aged woman moaned.
The pain is but psychological in nature.
The aching of the joints and bones flow in unison with becoming mature.
Nature states it runs that way.
My eyes are fading.
Get no passes from ones, who once were Lotharios.
Nowadays, there are none who are brave enough to take their chances.
My eyes are somewhat misted.
I can't see through my glasses.
I am not going on the pull, for I want not to make a spectacle of myself.
As from grace and fun of youth I tumble.
My palace is made from crystal lips and crumbled teeth.
The angel who was guarding me.
Fell **** up on the deck.
What on earth is left for me?
A thought to hold tight in my mind.
At least that still works.
At least it does.
I think I find!
(C) LIVVI